Sir Mix-A-Lot Follow

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

'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.