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He's in a yellow Camaro, skin so smooth |
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A buttercup boy from the funny school |
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His hair's all nice and wavy |
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And mine is nappy so you call me crazy |
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And he's got them skin-tight spandex on |
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Straight cake to the bone |
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He'd cook a big meal like your mother would |
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A cake boy, up to no good |
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He'll take your girlfriend from ya |
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And he's makin' my homeboys wonder |
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His body's a trip, got a booty like Josephine Baker |
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And a touch of blush maker |
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And why most fly girls gettin' hooked on this? |
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'Cause he ain't down for the French kiss |
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Girl, I'ma tell you what a cake boy is |
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(But he's so sensitive!) |
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Tossed salad is the hairdo |
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Cappuccino latte, his brew |
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And he's down to do what most girls tell him to |
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Brother, I'm scared of you! |
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His cash flow is low |
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And he ain't down to throw |
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But when he shakes that girl-like body on the floor |
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The girls go |
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(Boing!) |
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Straight cake boy! |
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Cake |
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Straight-up cake boy! Huh, yeah |
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I'm workin' out at the gym, a cake boy walks in |
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And all the girls step to him |
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And I'm trippin' 'cause I'm hard as nails |
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And he's lookin' like a smoker from hell |
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Spandex suit, pink deer-foam boots |
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And a backpack full of juice |
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And all the girlies start rubbin' him and lovin' him |
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All the cake boys huggin' him |
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Takin' off his shirt, the cake boy had no gun |
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So don't throw him up, son |
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His walkman radio was playin' |
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(You gotta have cake!) |
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That's what the tape was sayin' |
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And he was shakin' that thang like a Chubby Checker nightmare |
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All the homies stared |
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I don't know what it is, hell |
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He was takin' more women than a mall sale! |
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His spandex stuck right up in the place where the sun don't shine |
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But the girls don't mind |
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'Cause that cake boy starts to move |
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To the old disco groove |
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And your girlfriend likes that |
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You may not like that but that's a fact, black |
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He likes to roller-skate, skip rocks on lakes |
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The bourgeois girls want straight-up cake boys |
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Huh |
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If your girl likes rhythm and blues, look out |
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'Cause that cake's in the house |
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But all singers ain't cake, though |
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Some stay black while the others went yellow |
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Jump on stage like they never seen a ghetto |
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Singin' falsetto |
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Sayin', \"Ooh, I want your touch |
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You know I just can't get enough!\" |
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(A hoo, hoo) |
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And your girl gets sprung, stickin' out her tongue |
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And you sittin' like you're dumb till the show is done? |
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Naw, brothers, you gotta roll like this |
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Find a woman that wants a man's kiss |
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'Cause if you don't, you're bound to lose your girl |
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To that cake boy world |
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'Cause that cake boy'll pull up quick |
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And say, \"Does your man have a body like this?\" |
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And you don't 'cause you drink much brew, hah |
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Got a body like Buddah |
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And your game is strong and your background is raw |
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Hit the cake boy dead in the jaw |
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And that cake boy broke down in tears |
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Now your girl is sho' 'nuff his |
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But don't sweat it 'cause you ain't failin' |
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Get a 'round-the-way girl and keep on bailin' |
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And if you're stuck with one of them stuck-up ducks |
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Huh, don't press your luck |
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'Cause she'll leave you for what she enjoys |
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It ain't a man, it's a straight-up cake boy! |
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Yeah |
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Cake boy |
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Don't lose your girl to one |
