Ain't Hard 2 Find (Explicit)
2Pac"Ain't Hard 2 Find (Explicit)" is a song by 2Pac, released in 1996 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:14 long and contains 116 lines and 797 words.
Lyrics
0:00Ain't Hard 2 Find - 2Pac (图派克)
0:05Influenced by crime addicted to grindin'
0:08Where I can pile up my chips
0:09And niggas call me a timer
0:11I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin'
0:13Man you motherf**kers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
0:16That's right that's right boy start that sh*t off
0:21I heard a rumour I died
0:22Murdered in cold blood dramatized
0:24Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
0:27But that was fiction some coward got the story twisted
0:29Like I no longer existed mysteriously missin'
0:32Although I'm worldwide baby I ain't hard to find
0:35Why I spend most of my time my California grind
0:37Watching for thievin'
0:38I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin'
0:40Puttin a bullet in mutherf**kers give me a reason
0:43See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
0:45You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
0:48I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
0:51Why the f**k you cowards be runnin'
0:52Too scared to fight a G
0:54For the life of me I cannot see
0:55How motherf**kers picture livin
0:56' life after a night of f**kin' around with me
0:58And if you don't like this rhyme
0:59Then bring your big bad a** to California
1:02Cause we ain't hard to find
1:03Influenced by crime addicted to grindin'
1:05Where I can pile up my chips
1:08And niggas call me a timer
1:09I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin'
1:11Man you motherf**kers don't know nuttin'
1:13About no timin'
1:25I got my locs on hard hat goin' to war
1:27Breakin' them off on sight stoppin'
1:29Lives like red lights
1:30Watch em pause as I pull my strap
1:33Out my drawers
1:34And get to dumpin' on they a**
1:36Like the last outlaws
1:37Rich 2Pac and the Click
1:38Smokin' blunts loadin' clips
1:41With enough sh*t to raise your block in one dip
1:43We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt
1:44And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
1:47I'm fully automatic full of static and sh*t
1:49Movin' Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip
1:52I'm ridin' shot gun with the tint in the back
1:55I'm plan to have a motherf**kerin' mint in this rap
1:58I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
2:00Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
2:02I got blow speed bleed whatever yo' kind
2:05And if you need a motherf**ker I ain't hard to find
2:08Some may call me Bootsy but I call it timin'
2:10That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
2:14To the point where a ni**a can't stop
2:16Too much feelin' this sh*t
2:17That's why I'm quick to peel a b**ch
2:18Whether it's a ni**a or a ho a ho
2:20Get in my way then that a** gots to go
2:24Cause a ni**a steady plottin'
2:26I serves hit for hit and motherf**kers keep droppin'
2:29Influenced by crime addicted to grindin'
2:32Where I can pile up my chips
2:33And niggas call me a timer
2:35I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin'
2:36Man you motherf**kers
2:39Don't know nuttin' about no timin'
2:45C-Bo and D-Shot E-40 Richie Rich
2:50Da Bay beitch
2:52Down the steps
2:53Abandoned broken down apartment complex
2:54Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
2:55Playboy
2:55What the f**k is the proof without the drama play
2:58Ni**a what the f**k you got a gun for
3:00If ya gonna hesitate
3:00Best shake and bake all those
3:01I-was-finst-to-ask niggas
3:02Motherf**kers-didn't-think-I
3:02Was-gon'-do-somethin'-a** niggas
3:05Threaten your life ain't like you love him
3:07Bury your thoughts take his head f**k him have at him
3:09Check this out
3:10I grew up with that ni**a
3:12Threw up with that ni**a
3:13I hear he tryin' to ride
3:16Double-edgin' for the other side
3:18But now my Glock be so judgmental
3:20Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
3:23Ni**a if your gum bleedin' and you needin'
3:25Mo' than twenty stitches
3:26You behaved like dem b**ches
3:29Sideways to the race
3:30Heavy in the game
3:31Check the resident it's all the same
3:33Ni**a and we ain't hard to find
3:37Hell nah we ain't hard to find
3:40The whole clickilation fool
3:42Motherf**kers hard to find right here b**ch
3:45Why them niggas actin' like they can't find us
3:50Like like they can't see us and
3:51Like we don't be at the same spots they be at
3:54It's the same congregation Young Pac is back
3:56YouknowhatImean
3:56Ni**a be lookin' all the way when he see you and sh*t
3:59It's a celebration Young Pac is back
4:00Motherf**kers better understand this sh*t
4:01Ay D-Shot ni**a can we get paid man
4:02Can we just go there and sock this sh*t up
4:05Hey we smokin' and we ain't hard to fine
4:08Drinkin' and sh*t f**kin' with some hurricane
4:10A motherf**ker's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa
4:13You supposed to
4:14Sideways to the next light
Ain't Hard 2 Find - 2Pac (图派克) Influenced by crime addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin' Man you motherf**kers don't know nuttin' about no timin' That's right that's right boy start that sh*t off I heard a rumour 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 Why I spend most of my time my California grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin' Puttin a bullet in mutherf**kers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the f**k you cowards be runnin' Too scared to fight a G For the life of me I cannot see How motherf**kers picture livin ' life after a night of f**kin' around with me And if you don't like this rhyme Then bring your big bad a** to California Cause we ain't hard to find Influenced by crime addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin' Man you motherf**kers 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 drawers And get to dumpin' on they a** Like the last outlaws Rich 2Pac and the Click Smokin' blunts loadin' clips With enough sh*t 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 sh*t Movin' Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin' shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherf**kerin' 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 bleed whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherf**ker 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 ni**a can't stop Too much feelin' this sh*t That's why I'm quick to peel a b**ch Whether it's a ni**a or a ho a ho Get in my way then that a** gots to go Cause a ni**a steady plottin' I serves hit for hit and motherf**kers keep droppin' Influenced by crime addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolecsen't years steady climbin' Man you motherf**kers Don't know nuttin' about no timin' C-Bo and D-Shot E-40 Richie Rich Da Bay beitch Down the steps Abandoned broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy What the f**k is the proof without the drama play Ni**a what the f**k you got a gun for If ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherf**kers-didn't-think-I Was-gon'-do-somethin'-a** niggas Threaten your life ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts take his head f**k him have at him Check this out I grew up with that ni**a Threw up with that ni**a I hear he tryin' to ride Double-edgin' for the other side But now my Glock be so judgmental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Ni**a if your gum bleedin' and you needin' Mo' than twenty stitches You behaved like dem b**ches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game Check the resident it's all the same Ni**a and we ain't hard to find Hell nah we ain't hard to find The whole clickilation fool Motherf**kers hard to find right here b**ch Why them niggas 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 It's the same congregation Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean Ni**a be lookin' all the way when he see you and sh*t It's a celebration Young Pac is back Motherf**kers better understand this sh*t Ay D-Shot ni**a can we get paid man Can we just go there and sock this sh*t up Hey we smokin' and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin' and sh*t f**kin' with some hurricane A motherf**ker's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa You supposed to Sideways to the next light
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