IRC-Galleria

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...she
love love like I do./ She need sex like I do./ She love freedom
like I do./ She need music like I do. 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
needÂ…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!