They say Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin' That's right, that's right boy start that shit 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 motherfuckers 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 fuck you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers 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' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Motherfuckers 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 ass, like the last outlaws 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 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 motherfuckerin' 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 motherfucker 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 nigga can't stop Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a ho, a ho Get in my way, then that ass gots to go 'Cause a nigga steady plottin' I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers 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 adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin' Down the steps Abandoned broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggas Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him (check this out) I grew up with that nigga Threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin' to ride Double-edgin' for the other side But now, my Glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental Keep my name out your dental, nigga If your gum bleeding and you needing More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game Check the resident, it's all the same (it's all the same) Nigga, and we ain't hard to find Hell nah we ain't hard to find The whole clickilation fool Motherfuckers hard to find, right here biatch Why them niggas acting like they can't find us? 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 (Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit) It's a celebration, (guess who's back) (motherfuckers better understand this shit) Young Pac is back Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up please? Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some hurricane A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa You supposed to Sideways to the next light And to the next coast Poppin' motherfuckin' ball shit you know what I'm sayin' (Money over bitches nigga, MOB, MOB)