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

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