Текст песни E-40 - From the Ground Up
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[E-40]Testin testinIt`s 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, let`s keep it that wayFrom Sacramento all the way to San JoseWe in a new era, for ten years you made hitsso 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 appetiteJust like a lie to my people that`s caught up in the struggleMotherfuckers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slanginBarney Rubble, gettin in trouble and fuckin upParole got me makin my kids piss in a cupIt`s cold, that`s 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 nothing From 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 femalesDon`t y`all know it`s time for y`all 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, couldn`t 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, didn`t give a fuckCouldn`t tell me Short Dawg wasn`t comin upWhen motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuffIt makes you feel good, like when you bust a nutNow I`m a millionaire, and can`t get enoughForty 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 thenBut now I be catchin all kind of motherfuckerstryin to sneak my little old style inAnd 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 bitchfor all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubtAll we gotta be is bout our paper routeChorus[E-40]That`s 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...