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