Chamillionaire - Pot Of Gold lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown] All this spot light is not for me I close my eyes and imagine I'm home I miss the days when life was simple But if I never try to follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold Oh, oh, oh In search for the pot of gold [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Yuh From the beginning we was winning said you'd never change Real recognise me you lookin hella strange Gotta ego at the moment you lit up in flames Mother nature made it rain and I forgot to tell her thanks Left all the suits back in manhatten but I don't regret it I know I got that dope just tryin not to oversell it This is a message from the future ho I know your jealous The maker of my car the only one I know could spell it Uh, hold that, food for thought and I'm so fat They listen to the track and not the words like a show dat A cold world sorry if you didn't snow dat Haters can get to steppin I should put that on the floor mat [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] There's a mother out there right now About to have the next lebron Searching for a pot of gold like a leprahcaun They say d**h comes in three, two next in line And I just lost a best friend for the second time Now I'm on the quest to find peace Still gotta carry my piece and su-woo when it's reppin time You don't understand, I'm misunderstood Give interscope two more albums then I'm done for good Sold ten million records ain't leave the hood It's a cold world, everybody in the hood And everybody doing time, stay head strong You still got a chance to live even though you dead wrong [Hook] [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] It's crazy everyone that told me that I wouldn't make it Estimations that didn't end how they anticapated Such a bother I'm in the barber shop and gettin faded I'm just listenin while you tell me how we is related If I had a nickel (what), for every person that was jaded I would leave it all for my son and tell my kid to save it I grew up didn't have a nickel so the kid was hated But I bet that I had a pistol that was nickel plated Couldn't point you to a vagina I know that isn't tainted Getcha g's and g spot is something different ain't it I'm in love with the life I live I wouldn't switch or trade it Your the reason the area around my crib is gated Uh [Hook] [Verse 4: Game] Sometimes I try to do good But I just can't be! It's hard to get myself to do things that ain't me You all should thank me But my haters really trying to send me home early But you can't lora saint me I ain't a saint b I ain't Gaga I ain't an angel neither but I try hard ya'll I'm light enough for my soldiers at war I sit back and watch the ashes on my Sedan fall Wayne just come home and Tip back on yard dawg Guess soohops ain't the only ones playin hardball [Hook] [Bridge: Chris Brown] Oh, see the thing about all of us We never know just what we find