Sir Mix-a-lot - Cake Boy lyrics

He's in a yellow camaro, skin so smooth A bu*tercup boy from the funny school His hair's all nice and wavy And mine is nappy so you call me crazy And he's got them skin-tight spandex on Straight cake to the bone He'd cook a big meal like your mother would A cake boy, up to no good He'll take your girlfriend from ya And he's makin' my homeboys wonder His body's 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 ain't down for the french kiss Girl, i'ma tell you what a cake boy is (but he's so sensitive!) Tossed salad is the hairdo Cappuchino latte - his brew And he's down to do what most girls tell him to Brother, i'm scared of you! His cash flow is low And he ain't 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. I'm workin' out at the gym, a cake boy walks in And all the girls step to him And i'm trippin' 'cause i'm hard as nails And he's 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 don't throw him up, son His walkman radio was playin' (you gotta have cake!) that's what the tape was sayin' And he was shakin' that thang like a chubby checker nightmare All the homies stared I don't 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 don't shine But the girls don't mind 'cause that cake boy starts to move To the old disco groove And your girlfriend likes that You may not like that, but that's 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 cake's in the house But all singers ain't 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 can't get enough!" (a-hoo-hoo) And your girl gets sprung, stickin' out her tongue And you sittin' like you're dumb 'till the show is done? Naw, brothers, you gotta roll like this: Find a woman that wants a man's kiss 'cause if you don't you're bound to lose your girl To that cake boy world 'casue that cake boy'll pull up quick And say "does your man have a body like this?" And you don't, '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 don't sweat it, 'cause you ain't failin' Get a 'round-the-way girl, and keep on bailin' And if you're stuck with one of them stuck-up ducks Huh, don't press your luck 'cause she'll leave you for what she enjoys It ain't a man, it's a straight-up cake boy! Yeah. Cake boy. Don't lose your girl to one.