Bandit Queen

Ey yo bust it: when the police come yo she ready for whatever./

Never talk to the cops cus she got her mind together,/

a down to earth mother earth living at the speed of life./

She don't need a ring to be my wife./

A truly independent woman not a destiny's child,/

not depending on money or fashion to have style./

She got nuff style - rough style - diamond in the ruff./

Not a dimepiece in the back, she a diamond in the front/

..seat by my side ready to ride,/

with a smile on her face when she let me inside./

What is this? I need a gangsta bitch, I need love,/

I need a ride or die bitch? None of the above./

I need a terrorist chick taking care of this dick./

Ain't nothing superficial like marriage and shit./

A truly holy matrimony she my homie,/

I forget about this evil world when she hold me...

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She love love like I do./ She need sex like I do./ She love freedom like I do./ She need music like I do.

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I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen),/a real woman that can bring out the man in me./ I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen),/ independent enough so she can handle me./ Ey yo a bandit queen (yes a bandit queen),/ she the mother of humanity./ I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen),/ She look good but she not into vanity.

I need a riot girl not a violent girl,/

but one that knows how to defend herself when they try to quiet her./

In this manmade era of gangrapes and terror/

where most men can't face the mirror./

She overcome cus she positive./

She live in love and she love to live./

She love to give and love to take./

She don't compete cus she above the fake./

She don't deal with no silly silicone./

Even when I'm not with her I don't really feel alone,/

cus there's a metaphysical bond between us./

Strong as my penis want the venus./

I need the butts and no maybes./

I see some ladies tonight that should be having my babies./

You know what I mean?/

Wanna roll with my team well you know what I need…

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I need a bandit queen, but man it seems/

that the whole world is living in some candy dream,/

They want a plastic screen - not flesh and blood./

They want some bad machine - not blessed love./

They're stressed enough for ulcers and bloodclouts,/

grey hairs and great fears of what nots./

I feel alone in this cold world,/

but out of 5 billion people there should be a soulgirl./

My soulmate not afraid to hold weight./

Baby your soulfood I love it homemade./

The way you stir it up I ain't coming home late./

Your recipe is so tasty - give me the whole plate!

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