I Ain't Hard To Find (Explicit Album Version)

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

I got that paper and them rubber bands stacked up (stacked up)

And I got sumthin hidden in the stash wrapped up (wrapped up)

If you see purple in my cup that mean I'm leanin tough (I'm leanin tough)

I got them haters on my back so I be strapped up (strapped up)

I'm in a league of my own While them haters throwin stones

But my mind on cash I'm in the zone

I'm grippin wood and tippin chrome (chrome)

I'm well known (I'm well known)

My wrist is rocky like Stallone Southle is where I roam

The champ is here and there is no clone (there is no clone)

Off top I'm well respected on many blocks

So I'm pullin hundreds and smashin cocks

Knockin these broads up out they socks

I'm in the hood like wig shops

Look close I ain't hard to spot

I'm right there at that gamblin spot

Stackin up a fat knot

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

I'm a block-burner like Lil Wayne improvise in the game like King James

The heads turnin like Slim Thug chain but bangin hooks like Sugar Shane

I'm throwed off like Major Payne Talkin sh*t like Clubber Lang

These boys talkin on the name but they all washed up like Eddie Kane

The slab roof like David Blaine

It disappear like magic

Glock 19 made of plastic might stretch ya out just like elastic

I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close

Bank rolls and fine hoes fancy cars and stars clothes

W**d cigars and mouet rolls

Pints of barre and kushy dro

Dime collector outside the club and candy toy with the trunk exposed

Swishahouse baby that's my crew

Roll wit us or you'll get ran through

We loved by few and still true

Let me tell yall just what it do

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

This hustle town Texas I do this for the streets

Grindin with no sleep because that paper what I seek

That hatin need to cease I'm evadin the police

And I been hustlin since

My flow is out of sight but them boys is all hype

They can't see me up on the mike so they be hatin me out of spite

Some potent purple sprite I done paid my dues

I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on fox news

Sleepless nights with runnin hands cuz nowadays them jackas plot

Jealousy turn friends to foes I'm packin glocks around the clock

Stackin knots and mackin hoes

Chasin paper and ridin fo's

Get that dough what I propose on 5-9 double-o

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find (kno'm sayin)

I be right there posted on that 5-9 (already)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (kno'm sayin)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (already)

I Ain't Hard To Find - Paul Wall

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