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. REF 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… REF 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! REF