Ain't Hard 2 Find (feat. E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit & C-Bo)

They say

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Preoccupied with my chips

And **** call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin'

Man, you motherfuckas don't know nothin' 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 breathing

Puttin' a bullet in motherfuckas, give me a 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 motherfuckas 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 **** call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin'

Motherfuckas don't know nothin' 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 drawers

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

In the Dodge Van, fifty rounds in the clip

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

I 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, weed, whatever your kind

And if you need a motherfucka, 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 **** can't stop

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

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

Get in my way, then that ass gots to go

'Cause a **** steady plottin'

I serves hit for hit and motherfuckas keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Preoccupied with my chips

And **** call me a timer

I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' (Say what?)

Man, you motherfuckas don't know nothin' about no timin'

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

Down the steps

Abandoned broken-down apartment complex

Heavy metal weapons they carry, can't be scary

Playboy, what the fuck is the 'proof without the trauma-plate?

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

Best shake-'n'-bake all them I-was-finst-to-ass ****

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

Threaten your life, ain't like you love him

Bury your thoughts, take his head, fuckin' have at him

Check this out, I grew up with that ****

Threw up with that ****

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, ****

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 resident, it's all the same

****, and we ain't hard to find

Hell nah, we ain't hard to find, nah

The whole Click-ilation, fool

We ain't hard to find, right here bi-atch

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

Like, like they can't see us and

Like we don't be at the same spots they be at?

Aye, it's the same congregation

Young Pac is back, it's a celebration

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

Motherfuckers better understand this shit

Young 'Pac is back

Aye, D-Shot, ****, can we get paid man?

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

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

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

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

A motherfucka's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy

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'?

Aye, money over bitches, ****, M.O.B., M.O.B