E-40

E-40 - From The Ground Up (feat. Too Short, K-Ci & JoJo) lyrics

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[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 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 shit 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 shit) Beotch!
 [E-40]
 How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
 Shet a nig-ga was hongry, I had an appetite
 Just like I lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle
 Motherfuckers tryin to bumble, niggaz 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
 Chorus: 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 hair rooms
 [Too $hort]
 Six po-lice 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
 Thick boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beats
 Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
 Black men makin mail, couldn't take him to jail
 Chorus
 [Too $hort]
 I spent sixteen hundred makin Born To Mack
 Used my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac
 I was broke to start with, 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
 Forty tell em how it is (way too tough Short Dawg)
 [E-40]
 When I first started rappin motherfuckers 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 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 the money
 (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
 Chorus
 [E-40]
 That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli
 K-Ci and my nigga JoJo we all come from the ground up
 BEAOOOTTCH!
 [K-Ci and JoJo]
 Right from the bottom to the top
 From the ground up we never stop
 Right from the bottom to the top
 We never stop
 (repeat 2X)
 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
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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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