Chamillionaire - Pot of Gold Ft The Game & Chris Brown Lyrics

Chamillionaire - Pot of Gold Ft Game & Chris Brown Lyrics:

I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

chamillionaire part
Yo, in the beginning we was winning, said you never changed

We all recognise me, you looking hell as strange

Got a ego at the moment lift it up in flames

Mother Nature made it rain and i forgot to tell her thanks

I ain’t thought of sh-t back in Manhattan, but i don’t regret it

I know i got that doe, just trying not to over sell it

This is a message from the future hoe, i know you jealous

The maker of my card the only one i know can spell it

Uh, hold dat, food for the thought and im so fat

They listening to the track and not the words like the show that

Cold world sorry if you didn’t snow that, haters can get to stepping

I should put that on the flow back

Though the 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 tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

There’s a mother out there right now,
About to have the next LeBron,
Searchin’ for a pot of gold like a leprechaun,
They say death comes in threes,
Whose next in line?
And I just lost a best friend for the second time,
Now I’m on a quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin’ time,
Yall don’t understand, I’m misunderstood,
Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good,
Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood,
It’s a cold world everybody need a hood,
And everybody doin’ time stay headstrong,
You still gotta chance to live,
Even though you’re dead wrong.

Though the 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 tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

chamillionaire part
Its crazy everybody who told me that i wouldn’t make it

Estimations that didn’t end how they anticipated

Such a bast-rd I’m in the barber shop and getting faded

I’m just listening while you tell me how we aint related

If i had a negro what for every person that we’ve jated

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 as hated

But i bet that i had a pistol that was nickel plated

Could’ve ... to a vagina i know entertaining

Get your g’s in in spite of something different aint it

Im in love with the life i live i wouldn’t switch or trade it

Yall the reason why the area around my crib it gated

Though the 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 tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be,
Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me,
And yall should thank me,
But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can’t New Orleans Saint me.
I ain’t a saint B, I aint a god God,
I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall,
I’m lightin’ up for all my soldiers at war,
As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall,
Wayne just came home,
And Tip back on the yard dog,
Guess Pujols aint the only one playin’ hard ball.

Though the 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 tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold