Organized Noize - The Ancient Sahore lyrics

(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***as wit all types of sk**s 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***a'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**h 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 c**aine 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***a 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**h But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't f**in 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**h 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**in letters Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthaf**in' step Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthaf**a 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** greed, as I Proceed I'm southern po' n***a, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash Fancy clothes had my a** 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***a 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***as 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