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
he'll take your girlfriend from ya
and he's makin' my homeboys wonder
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
i'ma tell you what a cake boy is
tossed salad is the hairdo
cappuchino latte - his brew
and he's down to do what most girls tell him to
and he ain't down to throw
but when he shakes that girl-like body on the floor
cake. straight-up cake boy! huh
yeah. i'm workin' out at the gym
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
and a backpack full of juice
and all the girlies start rubbin' him
all the cake boys huggin' him
his walkman radio was playin'
that's what the tape was sayin'
and he was shakin' that thang like a chubby checker nightmare
he was takin' more women than a mall sale!
his spandex stuck right up in the place where the sun don't shine
'cause that cake boy starts to move
and your girlfriend likes that
the bourgeois girls want straight-up cake boys
huh. if your girl likes rhythm and blues
'cause that cake's in the house
but all singers ain't cake
while the others went yellow
jump on stage like they never seen a ghetto