Chorus 1:
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She's too street for T.V.
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And the streets know she keeps it true
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That she's a bad girl
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But if you can't keep it gangsta
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Then she's too street for you
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And wherever she goes I know
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She gon' handle business but she gon' lay low
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But I'ma be your witness
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I get down with a quickness
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How many times must I tell ya'll
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The niggas ain't no fuckin' for free
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Then keep it real and pay my bills
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If you want next to me
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I got my mind on presiduous missions
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So pay attention so pay a visit
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I only feel it when a thug hit it
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And I'm L-E-F-T to the E-Y-E
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And I'm from Tha Row
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Mixed with a little T-L-C
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So if you ain't 2 proud 2 beg
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Then holler at it
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But it ain't no guarantee
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That you gon' spread these legs
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Cuz it's all about connectin' dots
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Perfectin' spots
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And I ain't sittin' on it if your shit ain't hot
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So clear the way and lay the red carpet
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Lets get it started
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And I'm hotter than 99 percent of all artists
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So you don't have to hate on me
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Pretty brown skin intellect and sexy
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And in my world I'm the best to me
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And I always got love for these gangsta streets
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Chorus 2:
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She's too street for T.V.
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And the streets know she keeps it true
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That she's a bad girl
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But if you can't keep it gangsta
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Then she's too street for you
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And wherever she goes I know
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She gon' handle business but she gon' lay low
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But I'ma be your witness
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I get down with a quickness
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Baby no matter how far you go
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Baby I put it down from Compton to Bed Stuy
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These skeez contest my flow
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But they can't go
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With Lisa Left Eye Lo
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You easy give it your best try
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No-body can see me
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When I'm with Tha West Side Row
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They wanna know how long can it last
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I oughtta keep my name hotter than volcanic ash
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I gotta push weight more copies than Santana
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Spot me in Hotlanta
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With papi's in bandanas
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And I pull up with televisions and dubs
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At the club in front of them jealous pigeons and scrubs
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Chickens please kill the drama
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Don't make me pass by
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And splash puddles of water on your Prada little mama
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See I don't trip on none of you haters for this reason
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Got more hits than Barry Bonds' best season
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Please believe me I'm too street for T.V.
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And it's gonna take more than you industry bitches to see me
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Chorus 2
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Check it out
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I'm too street with two heats
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In new feet I'm too sweet
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Say you wanna touch
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But tell me how much can you eat
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Complete from the concrete
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Mystery to Bombee
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Burn up the sheet
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Whenever my pen and my palm meet
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Sex symbol nimble makin' roughnecks tremble
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Get clowned if you need a rubber and little like a thimble
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I need a born kitty beater
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LA city reader
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Be the titties on
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He's sprung once I left did he do 'em
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But I'ma do him exactly how he's supposed to be done
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Got my roaster in the holster just stay close to me son
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T.V. don't wanna see me cuz I'm way beyond P.G.
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Freaky still creepin' Left Eye stay sneaky
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In the district where the light's red
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Where the sight spread over these other bitches just now
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I'm meetin' Mr. Nice Bread
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Go ahead please remember everything that I said
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I'm the best with the burner in the booth or in the bed
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Chorus 2
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She's too street 4 T.V. (oh)
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Too gangsta for most
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But just enough for Tha Row (most)
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But just enough for Tha Row
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Yeah yeah
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Mmmm mmmm
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Hey baby
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2 Street 4 Tv
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Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez |