Paul Wall - I Ain't Hard To Find Lyrics

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If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

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 throw 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 Stallone

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' 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 not

So if you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

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If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne revisin' the game like King James

The head turner like Slim Thug Chain

I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane

I'm thowed off like Major Payne talkin' shit like Brother Lane

These boys talkin' down on the name

But they all washed up like Eddie Kane

The slab roof like David Blaine it disappear like magic

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

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

Bankrolls and fine hoes fancy cars and starched clothes

Weed cigars and Moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro

Dime collector outside the club in 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 y'all just what it do

So if you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

It's hustle time 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 that Iron Sheek

My flow is outta sight but them boys is all hype

They can't see me up on that mic so they be hatin' me outta 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 burner in hand

'Cause now a days them jackass plot

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

Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes chasin' paper and ridin' vogues

Get that dough without the po's on five nine double O

So if you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find

I'll be right there posted on that 5 9

I got a burner in my lap at all times

And a bag of sticky icky green limes

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