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letra de the ancient sahore - witchdoctor

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-gg-s 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 n-gg-‘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-tch 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
don’t run off and smoke no dank-in
i don’t use cocaine but in this dream i was totin’
got ta’ scr-ppin’ at the club and went ta’ shootin’
blood runnin down my nose, caught that n-gg- 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)
sah-r-, sah-r- sah-r-, feel the doctor cure-ure-ure
(feel the doctor cure)
sah-r-, sah-r-, sah-r-, fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure

verse 2:
months later got rid of that b-tch
but she wasn’t no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn’t f-ckin 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 b-tch 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’ m-th-f-ckin letters
learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo’ self
now-a-dayz you gotta watch every m-th-f-ckin’ step
every move is costly, see in this drug game any m-th-f-cka out here can croos
me
i told myself i gotta retire wit this eighty g stash
but i had a l-st for makin’ cash
a lil bit more then what i need, i think they call that sh-t greed, as i
proceed
i’m southern po’ n-gg-, but in this dream i was a fiend for cash
fancy clothes had my -ss
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-gg- 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-gg-s don’t 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

- witchdoctor

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