Paroles Cake boy Sir Mix-A-Lot

Cake boy

Hes in a yellow camaro, skin so smooth
A buttercup boy from the funny school
His hairs all nice and wavy
And mine is nappy so you call me crazy
And hes got them skin-tight spandex on
Straight cake to the bone
Hed cook a big meal like your mother would
A cake boy, up to no good
Hell take your girlfriend from ya
And hes makin my homeboys wonder
His bodys a trip, got a booty like josephine baker
And a touch of blush maker
And why most fly girls getitn hooked on this?
cause he aint down for the french kiss
Girl, ima tell you what a cake boy is
(but hes so sensitive!)
Tossed salad is the hairdo
Cappuchino latte - his brew
And hes down to do what most girls tell him to
Brother, Im scared of you!
His cash flow is low
And he aint down to throw
But when he shakes that girl-like body on the floor,
The girls go (boinggg!!)

Striaght cake boy!
Cake.
Straight-up cake boy! huh, yeah.

Im workin out at the gym, a cake boy walks in
And all the girls step to him
And Im trippin cause Im hard as nails
And hes lookin like a smoker from hell
Spandex suit, pink deer-foam boots
And a backpack full of juice
And all the girlies start rubbin him, and lovin him
All the cake boys huggin him
Takin off his shirt, the cake boy had no gun
So dont throw him up, son
His walkman radio was playin
(you gotta have cake!) thats what the tape was sayin
And he was shakin that thang like a chubby checker nightmare
All the homies stared
I dont know what it is, hell -
He was takin more women than a mall sale!
His spandex stuck right up in the place where the sun dont shine
But the girls dont mind
cause that cake boy starts to move
To the old disco groove
And your girlfriend likes that
You may not like that, but thats a fact, black
He likes to roller-skate, skip rocks on lakes
The bourgeois girls want straight-up cake boys

Huh.

If your girl likes rhythm and blues, look out
cause that cakes in the house
But all singers aint cake, though
Some stay black, while the others went yellow
Jump on stage like they never seen a ghetto
Singin falsetto
Sayin oo, I want your touch,
You know I just cant get enough! (a-hoo-hoo)
And your girl gets sprung, stickin out her tongue
And you sittin like youre dumb till the show is done?
Naw, brothers, you gotta roll like this:
Find a woman that wants a mans kiss
cause if you dont youre bound to lose your girl
To that cake boy world
casue that cake boyll pull up quick
And say does your man have a body like this?
And you dont, cause you drink much brew, hah
Got a body like buddah
And your game is strong, and your background is raw
Hit the cake boy dead in the jaw
And that cake boy broke down in ters
Now your girl is sho nuff here
But dont sweat it, cause you aint failin
Get a round-the-way girl, and keep on bailin
And if youre stuck with one of them stuck-up ducks
Huh, dont press your luck
cause shell leave you for what she enjoys
It aint a man, its a straight-up cake boy!

Yeah.
Cake boy.

Dont lose your girl to one.