E-40 - From The Ground Up Lyrics
[e-40]Testin testinIts game orienfested, size six-ex vestedK-cizee.. jojo... that boy too sheezee, todd shawAnd earl stevens, a.k.a. charlie hustleHey todd, you on? (am I on? )*k-ci and jojo singing*[too $hort]The foundation was laid several years agoI built a whole empire in your stereoGot a four leaf clover representin the bayOakland, frisco, vallejo, and epaWe keep the shit together, lets keep it that wayFrom sacramento all the way to san joseWe in a new era, for ten years you made hitsSo whats up e-feezi? (we still the shit) beotch![e-40]How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?Shet a nig-ga was hongry, I had an appetiteJust like a lie to my people thats caught up in the struggleMother*****ers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slanginBarney rubble, gettin in trouble and *****in upParole got me makin my kids piss in a cupIts cold, thats why I got a few bucks, I put upFrom sellin greens, investing in some vending machinesFrom the ground upChorus: k-ci and jojoWe started, with nothingFrom nothing, we made somethingNobody really gave a damn about usFrom the bottom, we startedWe started, with nothingFrom nothing, we made somethingNobody really gave a damn about usFrom the ground on up![e-40]From the ground up, here go some detailsThis verse right here was made, said strictly for the femalesDont yall know its time for yall to blow up, like napalmInstead of sellin tupperware, and avonGet your business license, go on and put the peas in the potTell your baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shopOr a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest tycoonWith methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons[too $hort]Six po-lice pulled me over laid a nigga on the groundSearched my car real good I know you know what they foundI had the trunk, full of that junkX-rated lyrics, laced with the funkNo doubt, I was just about to flood the streetsBig boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beatsTwo white boy groupies, mad as hellBlack men makin mail, couldnt take him to jailChorus[too $hort]I spent sixteen hundred makin born to mackUsed my niggaz gold ropes and his cadillacI was broke to start with, didnt give a *****Couldnt tell me short dawg wasnt comin upWhen mother*****ers roll by bumpin your stuffIt makes you feel good, like when you bust a nutNow Im a millionaire, and cant get enoughForty tell em how it is (way too tough short dawg)[e-40]When I first started rappin mother*****ers would cap!That nigga fake he sound like woody pecker on crack (ha ha ha ha ha)Niggaz would laugh and say I rap too fast way back thenBut now I be catchin all kind of mother*****ersTryin to sneak my little old style inAnd thats a compliment, cause I aint trippin on the money(what about the money what about the money)Ask me, sheeit, I think theres enough money up in this *****For all of us, we can sasquatch pimp the system without a doubtAll we gotta be is bout our paper routeChorus[e-40]Thats real, too sheezee, ant banks, forty fonzarelliK-ci and my nigga jojo we all come from the ground upBeaooottch![k-ci and jojo]Right from the bottom to the topFrom the ground up we never stopRight from the bottom to the topWe never stop(repeat 2x)Never stop, no we will never stop babyWe will never stop, we will, we will never stopWe will never stop!From the ground up, from the ground upFrom the ground up, noooFrom the grouuuuund up, from the ground upFrom the bottom to the top babyBaby baby baby baby...
