2 Street 4 Tv

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

Cuz 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 cuz 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