The Pot - TOOL

Let the band play Skrrt, skrrt Yeah yeah, skrrt Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors) I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show) What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe) I pull up, all the kids screamin', "Whoa" (Whoa) They eyes poppin', jaws droppin', lookin' like they saw a ghost Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga 'nem on go Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in, go get some more Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah) Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah) Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah, ridin' 'round dodgin' cop cars Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR Don't drink but I slang dark, no we ain't the same, my boy Playin' in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil' bitty boy Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I'm rich, of course Ballin', better check the score, I'm the on these hoes adore Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's a Glock Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch, that's Glock

All the spotlight, 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. All the spotlight, 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. All the spotlight, 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 See the thing about all of us is You never know just what we bout All the spotlight, 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