Sir Mix-A-Lot | Lyrics | Cake Boy

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 gettin' 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
Cappuccino 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
(Boing!)

Straight 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', "Ooh, 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
'Cause 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 tears
Now your girl is sho' 'nuff his
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