Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Hard to Find, artist - Paul Wall. Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Song language: English
I Ain't Hard to Find |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| I got that paper in them rubber bands |
| Stacked up |
| And I got somethin' hidden in the stash |
| Wrapped up |
| If you see purple in my cup |
| That mean I’m leanin' tough |
| I got them haters on my back |
| So I be 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 |
| I’m well known |
| My wrist is Rocky like Stalone |
| Southlea is where I roam |
| The champ is here |
| And there is no clone |
| Off top |
| I’m well respected on many blocks |
| So I’m pullin' hunnies 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 |
| So if you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| I’m a block burner like Lil Wayne |
| Revisin' the game like King James |
| The heads turnin' like Slim Thug chain |
| I’m bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane |
| I’m throwed off like Major Payne |
| Talkin' shit like Clubber Lang |
| These boys talkin' down on the name |
| But they all washed up like Eddie Kane |
| The slab roof like David Blaine |
| (Why's that?) It disappear like magic |
| Glock 19, made of plastic |
| Might stretch you out just like elastic |
| I stay up on my toes |
| 'Til the day that my casket close |
| Bankrolls and fine hoes |
| Fancy cars and starch clothes |
| Weed cigars and Moet rolls |
| Pints of Barr and kushy dro |
| Dime collector outside the club |
| In candy toy with the trunk exposed |
| Swishahouse, baby, that’s my crew |
| Roll with us or you’ll get ran through |
| We loved by few, and still true |
| Let me tell y’all just what it do |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| It’s 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 Hulk Hogan |
| Body-slammed the Iron Sheik |
| My flow is outta sight |
| But them boys is all hype |
| They can’t see me up on the mic |
| So they be hatin' me out of spite |
| Some potent purple Sprite |
| I done paid my dues |
| Out hear the strong survive |
| But the weak end up on Fox news |
| Sleepless nights with burner in hand |
| 'Cause nowadays them jackers plot |
| Jealousy turn friends to foes |
| I’m packin' Glocks around the clock |
| Stackin' knots and mackin' hoes |
| Chasin' paper and ridin' vogues |
| Get that dough what I propose |
| On 5−9-double-O |
| So if you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |
| If you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t hard to find |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| I’ll be right there posted on that 59 |
| (Already) |
| I got a burner in my lap at all times |
| (Know'm sayin'?) |
| And a bag of sticky-icky green limes |
| (Already) |