I Ain't Hard to Find - Paul Wall

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)