K-Ci - From the Ground Up lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Testin testin It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw And Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle Hey Todd, you on? (Am I on?) {*K-Ci and JoJo ad lib singing*} [Too $hort] 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 sh** together, let's keep it that way From Sacramento all the way to San Jose We in a new era, for ten years you made hits So what's up E-Feezi? (We still the sh**) Beotch! [E-40] How you think I got this pot belly, overnight? Shet a nig-ga was hongry, I had an appetite Just like a lot of my people that's caught up in the struggle Motherf**ers tryin to bubble, n***as tired of slangin Barney Rubble, gettin in trouble and f**in 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 [Hook: K-Ci and JoJo] 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! [E-40] 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 laughs and h**n balloons [Too $hort] The po-lice pulled me over laid a n***a 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 dopefiend beats Two white boy rookies, mad as hell Black man makin mail, couldn't take him to jail [Hook] [Too $hort] I spent sixteen hundred makin Born To Mack Used my n***as gold ropes and his Cadillac I was broke and starvin, didn't give a f** Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin up When motherf**ers 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 Forty tell em how it is (way too tough Short Dawg) [E-40] When I first started rappin motherf**ers would cap! That n***a fake he sound like Woody Pecker on crack (ha ha ha HA ha)" n***as would laugh and say I rap too fast way back then But now I be catchin all kind of motherf**ers Tryin to sneak my little old style in And that's a compliment, cause I ain't trippin on the money (what about the money what about the money) Ask me, sheeit, I think there's enough money up in this b**h For all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt All we gotta be is bout our paper route [Hook] [E-40] That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli K-Ci and my n***a JoJo we all come from the ground up BEAOOOTTCH! [K-Ci and JoJo - repeat 2X] Right from the bottom to the top From the ground up we never stop Right from the bottom to the top We never stop [Ad libs] 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...