Текст (слова) песни: Witchdoctor - The Ancient Sahore

(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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