Yeah what's up what's up money It's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers
Now girl, I see you in my dreams It happens every day and night now You got me going to extremes Don't seem to care what's wrong or right now I'll make
a pogo You better kick it 'cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disappear like Dorothy and Toto You're trippin' on me because your girl want
makes it acceptable Party people listen to my word The note on the door said, 'Do not disturb' While I create the jam and take you little bit higher
mother She said she needs a change of scene I thorght she meant a haircut Maybe some new make-up I think this is a little extreme!!! When she first
then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little
little thing (Sexy little thing) And let's play a game (yeah), I won't be a tease (Oh baby) I'll show you the boom, my sexy little thing (oh oh oh) [
Girl, I see you in my dreams It happens every damn night now Got me going to extremes Don't seem to care what's wrong or right now I'll make you mine
that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun The littlest
So Murder Inc. do your thing motherfuckers You unleashed on a team Who expects nothin less than R & B comin from that regime Regime, is a little extreme
my little girl's name in a song again! Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch! I'll fuck you up boy! Never! Never in your muthafuckin life! I'll choke the shit outchu little
little girl's name in a song again! Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch! I'll fuck you up boy! Never! Never in your muthafuckin life! I'll choke the shit outchu little
choke off my black smoke, what the fuck? Niggas don't really want the noise, it's Busta Rhymes I make noise for all the little girls and boys to enjoy
've got the AC trained on the TV So it won't blow up in my eye And everything that I thought fanciful And mocked as too extreme Must be family entertainment
them I'm having fun Munching on crispy kids Stick the little boy's face to the grill, sizzling flesh, char broiled Jimmy Torch the little girl's twat, make little
a strange new combination of The things we've handed down? I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl? Will you be a mama's boy Or daddy's little girl
In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides shaking With her hands
of treating me right. whoa oh oh it's gotta be that way. Now I don't mean to save my bill, I must have money to be extreme. Just give me a lot of love