(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, nicand'ed it all up and brought back forty gand'z
We put a big trap on the map
Talkinand' in code in case andquot;twelveandquot; got the phones tapped
We got down wit niggas wit all types of skills
From gun runninand', cookinand' dope, stolen wheels
That cheese was cominand' in wit a grin
We all up in the club, straight to spend
And and'bout a hundred sippinand' moand'
Didnand't know that cooked swine tasted that same but just cost more dollars
Let my niggaand's ride my impala
Letand'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 iand'd still feel like a star
I tried to stay up in my bankinand', listen close to this dream
Dont run off and smoke no dank-in
I dont use cocaine but in this dream i was totinand'
Got taand' scrappinand' at the club and went taand' shootinand'
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 wasnand't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldnand't fuckin cook
Iand'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 oland' muthafuckin letters
Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yoand' self
Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckinand' 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 makinand' cash
A lil bit more then what i need, i think they call that shit greed, as i
Proceed
Iand'm southern poand' nigga, but in this dream i was a fiend for cash
Fancy clothes had my ass
Was my own clan gittinand' shady? buckets, team , buffy, do they wanna stuff me?
Livinand' wit a gun, never livinand' at ease, almost everybody and'round that street
Sleez
You lucky if u make it out alive
Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didnand'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
Yand'all niggas dont know whatand'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
