like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find I
[chorus:] If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find,(kno'm sayin) I be right there posted on that 5-9, (already) I got a burner in my lap at all times, (
Traduction: R Kelly. Paul Wall - Je n'est pas difficile à Trouver.
Traduction: Wall, Paul. Je n'est pas difficile à Trouver.
: [chorus:] If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find,(kno'm sayin) I be right there posted on that 5-9, (already) I got a burner in my lap at all times
[chorus:] If ya lookin for me I ain't hard to find,(kno'm sayin) I be right there posted on that 5-9, (already) I got a burner in my lap at all times
a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin, I'm just tellin you what my life like, so this ain't rappin Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right I
shows I got soul I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya I'm known for sampling of soul food Off the old
the boss, nigga my squad deep But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't
sh** in the bushes make it hard to find It's 6 to 14 and I ain't f***in' around (j-bo) I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't f***
shit in the bushes make it hard to find It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around [J-Bo] I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck
to pay and a family, I'm workin hard But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all [Verse 1 - Paul Wall] I'm fresher than a peppermint
further ado, yo pimp give us your blessings Judge Yeah I'm back baby and better than I ever was I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz? I ain't
spell I'm cold but it ain't because of the weather I shoulda brought a sweater everytime I rap I get better I'm stackin my cheddar my car got candy gloss I
some hard mothafuckers You know what I'm sayin'? But really they's the weak bitches You know what I'm sayin'? You fall up in V.I.P. that's the real
and by the feds Cuz they know I got it for ten And they know the game ain't dead It's too late I'm deep up in it ain't nothin' about me scary Chiefin
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-Christians May I mention the slugs I steadily blast 'cause I'm unmerciful Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga See death is unreversable, hardness
