2 Street 4 Tv Lyrics - Singles - Lisa "left Eye" Lopez

Chorus 1: 

She's too street for T.V. 

And the streets know she keeps it true 

That she's a bad girl 

But if you can't keep it gangsta 

Then she's too street for you 

And wherever she goes I know 

She gon' handle business but she gon' lay low 

But I'ma be your witness 

I get down with a quickness 

How many times must I tell ya'll 

The niggas ain't no fuckin' for free 

Then keep it real and pay my bills 

If you want next to me 

I got my mind on presiduous missions 

So pay attention so pay a visit 

I only feel it when a thug hit it 

And I'm L-E-F-T to the E-Y-E 

And I'm from Tha Row 

Mixed with a little T-L-C 

So if you ain't 2 proud 2 beg 

Then holler at it 

But it ain't no guarantee 

That you gon' spread these legs 

'cause it's all about connectin' dots 

Perfectin' spots 

And I ain't sittin' on it if your shit ain't hot 

So clear the way and lay the red carpet 

Lets get it started 

And I'm hotter than 99 percent of all artists 

So you don't have to hate on me 

Pretty brown skin intellect and sexy 

And in my world I'm the best to me 

And I always got love for these gangsta streets 

Chorus 2: 

She's too street for T.V. 

And the streets know she keeps it true 

That she's a bad girl 

But if you can't keep it gangsta 

Then she's too street for you 

And wherever she goes I know 

She gon' handle business but she gon' lay low 

But I'ma be your witness 

I get down with a quickness 

Baby no matter how far you go 

Baby I put it down from Compton to Bed Stuy 

These skeez contest my flow 

But they can't go 

With Lisa Left Eye Lo 

You easy give it your best try 

No-body can see me 

When I'm with Tha West Side Row 

They wanna know how long can it last 

I oughtta keep my name hotter than volcanic ash 

I gotta push weight more copies than Santana 

Spot me in Hotlanta 

With papi's in bandanas 

And I pull up with televisions and dubs 

At the club in front of them jealous pigeons and scrubs 

Chickens please kill the drama 

Don't make me pass by 

And splash puddles of water on your Prada little mama 

See I don't trip on none of you haters for this reason 

Got more hits than Barry Bonds' best season 

Please believe me I'm too street for T.V. 

And it's gonna take more than you industry bitches to see me 

Chorus 2 

Check it out 

I'm too street with two heats 

In new feet I'm too sweet 

Say you wanna touch 

But tell me how much can you eat 

Complete from the concrete 

Mystery to Bombee 

Burn up the sheet 

Whenever my pen and my palm meet 

Sex symbol nimble makin' roughnecks tremble 

Get clowned if you need a rubber and little like a thimble 

I need a born kitty beater 

LA city reader 

Be the titties on 

He's sprung once I left did he do 'em 

But I'ma do him exactly how he's supposed to be done 

Got my roaster in the holster just stay close to me son 

T.V. don't wanna see me 'cause I'm way beyond P.G. 

Freaky still creepin' Left Eye stay sneaky 

In the district where the light's red 

Where the sight spread over these other bitches just now 

I'm meetin' Mr. Nice Bread 

Go ahead please remember everything that I said 

I'm the best with the burner in the booth or in the bed 

Chorus 2 

She's too street 4 T.V. (oh) 

Too gangsta for most 

But just enough for Tha Row (most) 

But just enough for Tha Row 

Yeah yeah 

Mmmm mmmm 

Hey baby