from the ground up

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?

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? beotch!

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

motherfuckers tryin to bubble

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

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 tycoon

with methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons

the 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 dopefiend beats

two white boy rookies

mad as hell

black man makin mail

couldn't take him to jail

i spent sixteen hundred makin born to mack

used my niggaz gold ropes and his cadillac

i was broke and starvin

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

when i first started rappin motherfuckers would cap!

that nigga fake he sound like woody pecker on crack "