From The Ground Up (feat. Too $hort, K-Ci & JoJo) - Instrumental

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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*

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 mother****er 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 mother****in shit) beotch!

How you think i got this pot belly, overnight?

Shet a nig-ga was hongry, i had an appetite

Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle

Mother****ers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin

Barney rubble, gettin in trouble and ****ed 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!

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 ty******

With mother****inge laughs and heroin balloon

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

Big boxes full of tapes with them ****fiend beats

Two white boy groupies, mad as hell

Black men makin mail, couldn't take him to jail

Chorus

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 ****

Couldn't tell me short dawg wasn't comin up

When mother****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)

When i first started rappin mother****ers would cap!

"that nigga fake he sound like woody niggaz 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 mother****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 mother****er

For all of us, we can sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt

All we gotta be is bout our paper route

Chorus

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

(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...