(lady talking) No matter how advanced medical technology becomes Many people still believe in the ancient healing arts *fades out*
Verse 1: I had a dream I came up on a key Busted it down, nic'ed it all up and brought back forty G'z We put a big trap on the map Talkin' in code in case "twelve" got the phones tapped We got down wit niggas wit all types of skills From gun runnin', cookin' dope, stolen wheels That cheese was comin' in wit a grin We all up in the club, straight to spend And 'bout a hundred sippin' Mo' Didn't know that cooked swine tasted that same but just cost more dollars Let my nigga's ride my Impala Let's see if these hoes gone choose me Without thinkin about dollars Had a dream them keys cost a half a mil. Moved away, found a bitch and a crib Now I feel like God, talkin like a man whose face had the scar Ugh, We all know who you are If I only had twelve dollars i'd still feel like a star I tried to stay up in my bankin', listen close to this dream Dont run off and smoke no dank-in I dont use cocaine but in this dream I was totin' Got ta' scrappin' at the club and went ta' shootin' Blood runnin down my nose, caught that nigga who swung on me Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasnt me, it wasnt me!!!) Ugh, It was you, pulled the trigger he was through
(chorus) Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure (Feel the doctor cure) Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure
Verse 2: Months later got rid of that bitch But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't fuckin cook I'm from the south so you know I cuss a hoe out I had to tell another hoe to straight roll out My outlook on female burned that summer Thought every bitch was a hoe but my momma The dope game got strange within seconds And as the third day, done ran off wit my other package I gotta do him when I see him, Aint gone ask no questions, just gone draw out and bust it And wit this sixteen shot Baretta Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol' muthafuckin letters Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckin' step Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthafucka out here can croos Me I told myself I gotta retire wit this eighty G stash But I had a lust for makin' cash A lil bit more then what I need, I think they call that shit greed, as I Proceed I'm southern po' nigga, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash Fancy clothes had my ass Was my own clan gittin' shady? Buckets, Team , Buffy, do they wanna stuff me? Livin' wit a gun, never livin' at ease, almost everybody 'round that street Sleez You lucky if u make it out alive Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didn't die And that dream about them key, the police one day gone hollar freeze
(chorus)
Straight from the southwest S.W.A.T.s Y'all niggas dont know what's in these, yeah Collage, Collage Park, E-Pat Like dis here, yeah (ahhh) We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah
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