1 - My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
And gotta keep it real with nothin' missing
(You talkin' 'bout me)
When she hanging with her girls gettin tipsy
She tell me where she at and say she miss me
(Yeah, you talkin bout me)
She gotta give me good lovin through the night now
No matter where she at she be like 'right now'
(Hmm, you talkin bout me)
And when a brother's goin through some of that raw stuff
She got my back, like 'sho 'nuff
(Yeah you talkin bout me)
[Kandi]
As a woman it's my job
To make sure my man is happy
Always assure him that he
Has all that he needs in me
As a woman it's my job
To make sure he's so satisfied
Keep it tight day and night so that I
Never have to worry about him strayin'
2 - [Kandi]
See I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I find him, I'm gonna keep him
You'll never catch me stressin him
You'll only find me loving him
I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I meet him, I'll give him all I can
You'll never find me trippin on him
I'll only be givin' love to him
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[Kandi]
Every man wants a woman
Who really has the skills to cook his meals
Mac and cheese, collard greens, cream corn, baked beans
I'm a southern lady, my cooking's got him crazy
I hear they all want a woman
Who can rock 'em all night, make 'em feel right
Do a lot of tricks and keep him hype?
You know the housewife slash freak type
Repeat 2
Repeat 1
[Kandi]
You talkin' 'bout me 'bout me
Boy, don't you see
That you talkin' 'bout me, 'bout me
Boy, don't you see
[Rap]
For real, check it out
From the first time I met her
I knew she was heaven sent
After bomb sexin' it's been on ever since
Caramel complexion, lips sweet as candy
Perfect vision, standing in the T-shirt and panties
From the kitchen to the sheets
Sittin' next to me at the Grammys
Thick and thin, got a best friend like Brandy
Never stressin when I run the streets with my family
Sometimes it seems she's the only one that understands me
No need to creep she knows what I like
On top of that keeps me laced from my neck to my Nikes
Got my back when I'm broke, holds me close on cold nights
Accepts my collects, nigga for a wife
I been searchin my whole life for Ms. Right
Home cooked meals and good sex
Just a little bit of spice
With my luck I know I'll only get one in this world
And thus WestSide Riders love thick, southern girl
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