Artist: The Game f/ Chris Brown
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   Pot of Gold
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro/Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh 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
Whoa-ohhh, whoa-ohhh
In search of the pot of gold

[Game]
It's a mother out there right now, 'bout to have the next LeBron
Searchin for a pot of gold like a leprechaun
They say death comes in threes, who's 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 it's reppin time
Y'all 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 need a hood
And everybody doin time stay head strong
You still got a chance to live even though you dead wrong

[Chorus]

[Game]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just cain't be
It's hard to get myself to do things that ain't me
And y'all should thank me
But my haters busy tryin to send me home early but you can't New Orleans Saint me
I ain't a saint, B; I'm ain't a god, God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard y'all
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 dawg
Guess Pujols ain't the only one playin hardball

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown]
Ohhh, see the thing about all of us
Is, we never know just what we'd find

[Chorus] w/ ad libs