I Ain’t Hard to Find(Amended Album Version) - Paul Wall

I Ain't Hard to Find (Amended Album Version) - Paul Wall
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 hating need to cease
I'm evadin the police
And I been hustling 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 hating 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 looking 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)