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