Dead or Alive — текст песни (Too Short)





I heard there was a rumor too $hort was dead

Walked in the house and got shot in the head

I know you dont believe it, if you do youre wrong

How can I die and rock it all night long?

Im too $hort baby, spit that rap

I put oakland, california on the map

Its so hard, got you telling lies

Cant hold me back so you say I died

Its incredible, I came back to life

I never let em bury me without my mic

I keep breathing, dont stop that breath

Now everybodys talking about too $horts death

Am I a zombie, or something close?

Im not casper, I mack all the ghosts

Oaktown style is the only way

I catch a new freak every day

Its not the yellow brick road, its called the foothill strip

Stand on your toes, make your heels go click

Three times, its no place like home

So why you wanna bury me all alone

I bring a new meaning to underground rap

Dead or alive, Im still born to mack

Always on the pop charts, straight rapping

Im not dead, Im just macking



So as the word turns, Im a living soul

I even heard a rumor that I overdosed

Im not a reincarnation of something old

Like king tut I was buried in gold

Why you wanna cry when Im still living?

Word got out and the rumors started spreading

My momma, called one night

Said "todd, are you all right?

The whole familys got the too $hort blues

I heard it last night on the evening news"

And thats bad, its not even true

I told my momma like this "lets sue"

So many times, I heard I died

I guess Im like a cat and I got nine lives

Well Im the p-l-a, y-e-r

I lay bunnies, like hugh heffner

Im her flavor, kinda saucy

I lay back and let the young freak toss me

Even if she dont like serving a pimp

Im still living, so lets do it again

I keep rapping, hard as hell

Cause your rumors make my records sell

If you continue, Ill soon be rich

Riding around town going "biiiitch!"



People always say "too $hort cant rap"

Now I drive a benz and my bank is fat

Its like crap, put a "c" on a rhyme

Aint nothing left homie but a scandalous crime

Im the best damn rapper you could ever hate

Say I died on the freeway in the earthquake

Say Im washed up, say Im through

But the fact still stands Im better than you

You got rhymes? well I got more

I take you on a trip to my rappin store

You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps

Way more raps than any rapper could rap

Cause if you rap like me, he wouldnt have to be

Weak on the mic like my boy mc

It dont stop, to the funky beat

I know you like dancing with a real big freak

I cant dance, but I sure can rhyme

I sold a million, in 89

And if you didnt know baby, its the 90s now

Old short dog got a new breakdown

I went to mikos, fresh candy paint

Now Im doing things that the suckers cant

If I was dead, theyd call it "dead mans rap"

But on the real, short dog is back



Funk funky, off the parliament

Im still living, so lets do it again

Its incredible, even if I die

I never let em bury me without my mic

I bring a new meaning, to underground rap

Dead or alive, Im still born to mack

I say "whats up" to my homies in santa rita

Right about now I know you need a

Too $hort rhyme to get you through the day

Oaktown style is the only way

I came up, and now Ive sworn

To rock this mic til I cant no more

And thats game, straight pop the most

Mc rapper from the west coast

Too $hort, dead or alive

I still chill on the eastside

Cause I remember how it all began

House parties in east oakland

Now its on the pop charts, still rapping

Im not dead, Im just macking



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