[Intro: Cuban Link]
Sing, all you gotta do is sing (Oooh-ooh-oh)
Michael Jackson, who could sing?
But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world
(You're my pretty lady, baby, yeah)

[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Baby, you making me crazy
The way you shake your waist got me hasty
To get face-to-face and just taste the pastry
Lately, you been waiting for that tongue massage
A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge
Pardon, ma, but from the start, I was guilty as charged
Leavin' scars wit' no regards, just strictly menage-es-trois
At the bar puffin' Cuban cigars, playin' my part
As a deeper heart with the streets smarts to read your thoughts
But its hard 'cause you're different, you're far from a pigeon
You my princess, the vision which got me switchin' religions
It's tradition, you even hit the kitchens without bitchin'
There's nothin' missin', you perfect like Roger Clemen's picture
So your wish is my command, give you kisses on your hand
Takin' trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand
Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun, now who the man?
Catch a tan, while we bangin' bodies on the sand, understand?
[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry

[Verse 2: Triple Seis]
Yo, it's a dream, ass now right on the triple beam
Baggin' heavy, so she ready for the triple team
So where in Queens in the more, after-show
From the triz spending all her dough, that's how it goes
Don't ya know? You question a true thug who will eat the choch
Beat the choch and leave you with a new buzz
It's because my squad is reppin', it's hard to check 'em
You makin' it hard, that's why the god is sweatin'
Wanna taste you, lace you and embrace you
Let me show you how Triple Seis do
A little tongue lashin', make you cum laughin'
Pick up ya thong 'cause it's on in the Bronx fashion
Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch
So smashable, start gassin' you for my TS crew
So where my east coast riders at? (What, what)
So where my west coast riders at? (Yeah, yay)
[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry

[Verse 3: Prospect]
Shorty, I'm right here, I be the thug that you lookin' for
Prospect and you know I got it, baggin' it raw
Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor
You know what happened before in the back of the door
It's hard to tell when we was type wildin' those
Security tapped the door, now we on silent mode
Must've been too much excitement for us to contain
People heard us next door tryin' to fuss and complain
Mad 'cause they wasn't crushin' the same, doin' it up
I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut
They call million-plex shit, had me lovin' the sexin'
Left the room and continue using the Lexus
Flags over the shoulders, either way I see textures
And gestures, got me coming back for extras

[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
[Outro: Tony Sunshine]
Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub
I wanna get it on and taste your loving
Your pastry looking tasty, yeah