Kurupt - Too Street 4 T.V. lyrics
[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 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 [Verse 1: Left Eye (N.I.N.A.)] How many times must I tell ya'll The n***as ain't no f**in' 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 sh** 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 s**y And in my world I'm the best to me And I always got love for these gangsta streets [Chorus: Danny Boy] [Verse 2: Left Eye (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 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 k** the drama Don't make me pa** 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 b**hes to see me [Chorus: Danny Boy] [Verse 3: Left Eye (N.I.N.A.)] 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 b**hes 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: Danny Boy] [Outro: Danny Boy] 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