Lirik Lagu Ain't Hard 2 Find - 2Pac
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Tupac) They say
Intro/Chorus:
(B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin(C-Bo)Where I can pile up my chips(Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer(Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin(E-40)Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
(Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
Verse One: 2Pac
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatizedPicutes of me in my final stage you know Mama criedBut that was fiction, some coward got the story twistedLike I no longer existed, mysteriously missinAlthough I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to findWhy I spend most of my time on California crimeWatching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathinPuttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reasonSee me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly fadedYou tried to play me now homicide is my only paymentI'm addicted to currency in this life I leadWhy the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a GFor the life of me, I cannot seeHow motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with meAnd if you don't like this rhymethen bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
Chorus
Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit
I got my locs on hard hat goin to warBreakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lightsWatch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawersAnd get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlawsRich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clipsWith enough shit to raise your block in one dipWe bring on horror like Tales From the CryptAnd we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and shitMovin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clipI'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the backI'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rapI'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-OWhere sellin narcotics is all I knowI got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindAnd if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timinThat's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)to the point where a nigga can't stopToo much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitchWhether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoeget in my way, then that ass gots to goCause a nigga steady plottinI serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin
Chorus
(Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich(E-40) Da Bay, beitch!
Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich
Down the stepsAbandonded broken down apartment complexHeavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scaryPlayboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama playNigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitateBest shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggazMotherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggazThreaten your life, ain't like you love himBury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Check this outI grew up with that nigga, threw up with that niggaI hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other sideBut now, my glock be so judgementalBack seat of a rental keep my name out your dentalNigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needinmo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitchesSideways to the raceHeavy in the game, check the resident it's all the sameNigga, and we ain't hard to find
(Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find(C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool(E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
(Tupac)Why them niggaz actin like they can't find uslike like they can't see us andlike we don't be at the same spots they be atIt's the same congregation, Young Pac is backYouknowhatImean?(C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shitIt's a celebration, Young Pac is back(E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit(Tupac)Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?Can we just go there and sock this shit up?Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fineDrinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane(E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa(Tupac) You suPPOSED toSideways to the next light...
Intro/Chorus:
(B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin(C-Bo)Where I can pile up my chips(Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer(Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin(E-40)Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
(Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
Verse One: 2Pac
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatizedPicutes of me in my final stage you know Mama criedBut that was fiction, some coward got the story twistedLike I no longer existed, mysteriously missinAlthough I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to findWhy I spend most of my time on California crimeWatching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathinPuttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reasonSee me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly fadedYou tried to play me now homicide is my only paymentI'm addicted to currency in this life I leadWhy the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a GFor the life of me, I cannot seeHow motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with meAnd if you don't like this rhymethen bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
Chorus
Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit
I got my locs on hard hat goin to warBreakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lightsWatch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawersAnd get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlawsRich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clipsWith enough shit to raise your block in one dipWe bring on horror like Tales From the CryptAnd we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and shitMovin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clipI'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the backI'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rapI'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-OWhere sellin narcotics is all I knowI got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindAnd if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timinThat's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)to the point where a nigga can't stopToo much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitchWhether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoeget in my way, then that ass gots to goCause a nigga steady plottinI serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin
Chorus
(Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich(E-40) Da Bay, beitch!
Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich
Down the stepsAbandonded broken down apartment complexHeavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scaryPlayboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama playNigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitateBest shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggazMotherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggazThreaten your life, ain't like you love himBury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Check this outI grew up with that nigga, threw up with that niggaI hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other sideBut now, my glock be so judgementalBack seat of a rental keep my name out your dentalNigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needinmo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitchesSideways to the raceHeavy in the game, check the resident it's all the sameNigga, and we ain't hard to find
(Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find(C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool(E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
(Tupac)Why them niggaz actin like they can't find uslike like they can't see us andlike we don't be at the same spots they be atIt's the same congregation, Young Pac is backYouknowhatImean?(C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shitIt's a celebration, Young Pac is back(E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit(Tupac)Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?Can we just go there and sock this shit up?Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fineDrinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane(E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa(Tupac) You suPPOSED toSideways to the next light...
