Cake Boy Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Sir Mixalot

He's in a yellow Camaro, skin so smooth 

A buttercup 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.