Testing, testing
It's game orient festa, size 6X vesta
K-Ci, JoJo, that boy Too $hi$y, Todd Shaw
And Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on?
Am I on?
From the bottom to the top
From the ground up, we never stop
From the bottom to the top
From the ground up, we never stop
The foundation was laid several years ago
I built a whole empire in your stereo
Got a four-leaf clover representing the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, EPA
We put all this together, let's keep it that way
From Sacramento all the way to San Jose
We in a new era, for two years we made hits
So what's up, E-Feezy?
We still here
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
The truth, yo partner, was hungry, I had an appetite
Just like a lot of my people that's caught up in the struggle
Me and my uncles tried to bust
We tried slangin' mone, and rubber, weed, and trouble, for the green
Heroin nutrition, gold and sealed tablets, and test clean
It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks I put up from sellin' greens
Invested in some soda machines
From the ground up
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom to the top
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
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, staged strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's time for y'all to blow up, like me, Paul?
Made this gutter sellin' Tupperware, and Avon
Lil' Wiz, 40, put the beans in the pot
Tell your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop, or a beauty salon
Since he claim to be the biggest tycoon
With his coke labs and his weed farms
The police pulled me over then they laid me on the ground
Searched my car real good, I know you know what they found
I had a 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 dope fiend beats
Two white boy bookies mad as hell
Black man, make the mail, and can't take it to jail
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom to the top
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the ground on up
I spent sixteen hundred makin' "Born to Mack"
Used my homie's gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke and starvin', laid in the cut
You couldn't tell me Short Dog wasn't comin' up
When real players worldwide bumpin' your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
40, Tell 'em how it is
Short Dog way too tough
When I first started rappin', all kinda suckers would cap
"That knockin' fake, he sound like he's a pimp"
Haters'll laugh and say I rap too fast way back then
But I be catchin' all kinda 40-wannabe imitators
Tryin' to sneak my little ol' style in, and that's a compliment
'Cause I ain't trippin' on that stuff
Ask Meechy, rock niggas in the Bay up in this mutual, all of us
Speakin' suqwa, fuck a system, without a doubt
All we gotta be is 'bout our paper, right, about our paper
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom to the top
We started with nothin'
From nothin' we made somethin'
Nobody really gave a damn about us
We never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
From the ground up, we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
We never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
From the ground up, we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
We never stop
We never stop, we'll never stop it
We will never stop, we will, we will never stop
We will never stop, no way
From the ground up, from the ground up
From the ground up, from the ground up