search for the pot of gold! Oh, oh, oh! In search for the pot of gold! ... out there right now About to have an extra... Searching for a pot of gold
pot of gold (woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold [Verse 1] There's a mother out there right now, About to have the next LeBron, Searchin' for a pot
In search for the pot of gold! Oh, oh, oh! In search for the pot of gold! ... out there right now About to have an extra... Searching for a pot of gold
me, for my high pro glow I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio A pot of gold is for me, at the end of the rainbow Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious
packed, and polishin' acts Q 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game ain't over Hold
poster for his single The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle jangle, but I be comin from a different angle Cause I want that pot of gold
war I get you murked by a wild? The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on Is cause I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on Till I seen there
don't lose it cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? I've given up the game, I've got to leave, The pot of gold is only
dutch, we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know, its all for the
. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it
I'mma close the casket I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all All they do
fo the money Uh [Verse 1] We ridin raw '97 Suburban's wit the chrome kit every nigga on trigga ready to dome split got a million but still ain't satisfied gold
Holla at my lawyer that can't see me, see me in the Aston Martin And I'm like beep beep! Boys back in school, they was tryin' to talk down Platinum pot of gold
of Palestine's frame of thought Slanging with a rock, stay nice with the mic pon cock Pops put me on to pot, pot put me on to rebel shots Devil glocks
