Mr. Lee - I Ain't Hard to Find lyrics

[Hook] 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) [Verse 1] I got that paper in them rubberbands 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 pulling hunnies and smashin co*ks Knocking 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 Stacking up a fat knot [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] I'm a block burner like Lil Wayne Revising 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 sh** 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 nineteen, 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 3] 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 packing 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 [Hook] 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)