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