Artist: N.I.N.A. (Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes) f/ Danny Boy Album: Too Street 4 TV 12" Song: Too Street 4 TV Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Danny Boy] 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 (gangsta) The 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 [Verse 1: N.I.N.A.] How many times must I tell ya'll The niggass ain't no fuckin' for free The keep it real and pay my bills If you want next to me I got my mind on presidous 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 TLC So if you ain't to proud to beg Then holler at it But it ain't no guarantee That yoy gon' spread the 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: Danny Boy] 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 (gangsta) The 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 [Verse 2: N.I.N.A.] 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 Westside 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 And 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: Danny Boy] 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 The 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 [Verse 3: N.I.N.A.] Check it out I'm too street with two heats In new feet I'm to 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 Sexy simbol nimble makin' roughnecks tremble Get clowned if you need a rubber and little like a thimble I need a born kitty beater L.A. 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 everythin' that I said I'm the best with the burner in the booth or in the bed [Chorus: Danny Boy] 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 The 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 [Outro: Danny Boy] She's too street for 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