(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 n*ggas 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 n*gga'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 b*tch 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 n*gga who swung on me
Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasn't me, it wasn't 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 b*tch
But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't f*ckin cook
I'm from the south so you know I cuss a ho out
I had to tell another ho to straight roll out
My outlook on female burned that summer
Thought every b*tch was a ho 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
Ain't 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' muthaf*ckin letters
Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self
Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthaf*ckin' step
Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthaf*cka 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 sh*t greed, as I
Proceed
I'm southern po' n*gga, 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas 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