[verse 1]

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 'bout him strayin'

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man

And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can

You'll never catch me stressin' him

You'll only find me lovin' 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



[chorus]

"My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen,

She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'"

"You talkin' bout me"

"And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy,

She call me where she at and say she miss me"

"You talkin' bout me"

"She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now,

No matter where she at she be like 'right now'"

"You talkin' bout me"

"And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff,

She got my back like 'sho nuff'"

"You talkin' bout me"



[verse 2]

Every man wants a woman

Who really has the skill 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 hyped

You know, the house-wifefreak type

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man

And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can

You'll never catch me stressin' him

You'll only find me lovin' him

I'm