(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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