E-40, K-Ci, JoJo, Too $hort - From the Ground Up lyrics

Testin, testin
It's game orienfested, size 6X vested
K-Cizee joJo that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
And Earl Stevens, aka Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on? (Am I on?)

K-Ci and JoJo ad lib singing

The foundation was laid several years ago
I built a whole empire in your stereo
Got a four leaf clover representin the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA
We keep the shit together
Let's keep it that way
From Sacramento all the way to San Jose
We in a new era, for ten years we made hit's
So what's up E-Feezy?
(We still the shit) Beotch!

How you think I got this pot belly
Overnight?
Sheeit, a nigga was hungry, I had an appetite
Just like a lot of my people
That's caught up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin' to bubble
Niggas tired of slangin' Barney Rubble
Gettin' in trouble and fuckin up
Parole got me makin my kids piss in a cup
It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks
I put up from sellin greens
Investing in some vending machines
From the ground up

We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom, we started
We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the ground on up!

From the ground up, here go some details
This verse right here was made
Said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's time for
Y'all to blow up, like Napalm
Instead of sellin Tupperware, and Avon
Get your business license
Go on and put the peas in the pot
Tell your baby to get your baby daddy
To buy you a nail shop or a beauty saloon
Since he come to be the biggest tycoon
With methamphetamine labs and heroin balloons

The police pulled me over
Laid a nigga on the ground
Searched my car real good
I know you know what they found
I had the trunk, full of that junk
X-Rated lyrics, laced with the funk
No doubt
I was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with
Them dope fiend beats
Two white boy rookies, mad as hell
Black man making mail
Couldn't take him to jail

I spent sixteen hundred making Born To Mack
Used my nigga's gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke and starvin, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good
Like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
40, tell em how it is
(way too tough Short Dawg)

When I first started rappin
Motherfuckers would cap!
That nigga fake he sound like
Woody Pecker on crack (ha ha ha HA ha) "
Niggas would laugh and say I rap
Too fast way back then but now I be catchin
All kind of motherfuckers
Tryin to sneak my little old style in
And that's a compliment
Cause I ain't trippin on that stuff
(what about the money what about the money)
Ask me, sheeit
I think there's enough money up in
This bitch for all of us
We can Sasquatch pimp the
System without a doubt
All we gotta be is bout our paper route


That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks
Forty Fonzarelli
K-Ci and my nigga JoJo we all
Come from the ground up bEAOOOTTCH!

Right from the bottom to the top
From the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
We never stop

Never stop, no we will never stop baby
We will never stop, we will
We will never stop we will never stop!
From the ground up, from the ground up
From the ground up, nooo
From the grouuuuund up, from the ground up
From the bottom to the top baby
Baby baby baby baby