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Sir Mixalot - Cake Boy lyrics
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! Sir Mixalot - Cake Boy - http://motolyrics.com/sir-mixalot/cake-boy-lyrics.html
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.









