Ain't Hard To Find

They say

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Preoccupied with my chips

And niggas call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'

Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

That's right, that's right boy, start that shit off

I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized

Pictures of me in my final stage, you know mama cried

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'

Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find

Where I spend most of my time, my California grind

Watchin' for thievin', I'm cautious, it's like I'm barely breathin'

Puttin' a bullet in motherfuckers, give me da reason

See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded

You tried to play me, now homicide's my only payment

I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead

Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G?

For the life of me, I cannot see

How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me

And if you don't like this rhyme

Then bring your big bad ass to California, 'cause we ain't hard to find

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Preoccupied with my chips

And niggas call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'

Motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

I got my locs on, hard hat, goin' to war

Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights

Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap out my draws

And get to dumpin' on they ass like the last outlaw

Rich, 2Pac and The Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I'm fully automatic, full of static and shit

Movin' Dodge van, fifty rounds in the clip

I'm ridin' shotgun with the tint in the back

I'm plan to have a motherfuckin' mint in this rap

I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O

Where sellin' narcotics is all I know

I got blow, speed, and weed, whatever yo' kind

And if you need a motherfucker, I ain't hard to find

Some may call me bootsy, but I call it timin'

That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)

To the point where a nigga can't stop

Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch

Whether it's a nigga or a ho, a ho

Get in my way, then that ass gots to go

'Cause a nigga steady plottin'

I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Preoccupied with my chips

And niggas call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'

Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich

Da Bay, beitch!

Down the steps

Abandoned broken down apartment complex

Heavy metal weapons they carry, can't be scary

Playboy, what the fuck is a proof without the trauma plate?

Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for if you gon' hesitate?

Best shake and bake all them I-was-finst-to-ass niggas

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggas

Threaten your life, ain't like you love him

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him, have at him

(Check this out)

I grew up with that nigga

Threw up with that nigga

I hear he tryin' to ride

Double agent for the other side

But now, my Glock be so judgmental

Back seat of a rental

Keep my name out your dental, nigga

If your gum bleedin' and you needin'

More than twenty stitches, you behave like them bitches

Sideways to the next

Heavy in the game

Check the president, it's all the same

Nigga, and we ain't hard to find

Hell nah we ain't hard to find

The whole Clickalation fool

Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch

Why them niggas actin' like they can't find us?

Like they can't see us

and like we don't be at the same spots they be at?

It's the same congregation. Young Pac is back

You know what I mean?

Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit

It's a celebration

Motherfuckers better understand this shit

Young 'Pac is back

Ay D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man?

Oh my goodness, we got C-Bo in this muthafucka...

Can we just go there and sock this shit up, please?

Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find

Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some Hurricane and some Thug passion

A motherfucker's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy

A check this out, you supposed to

Believe in that shit

Sideways to the next light, and to the next coast,

poppin' the muthafuckin' most, you understand what I'm sayin'

Money over bitches, nigga, M.O.B., M.O.B