Текст песни Too $hort - Dead or Alive
Too $hort - Dead or Alive слова песни
I heard there was a rumor Too $hort was deadWalked in the house and got shot in the headI know you don`t believe it, if you do you`re wrongHow can I die and rock it all night long?I`m Too $hort baby, spit that rapI put Oakland, California on the mapIt`s so hard, got you telling liesCan`t hold me back so you say I diedIt`s incredible, I came back to lifeI never let `em bury me without my micI keep breathing, don`t stop that breathNow everybody`s talking about Too $hort`s deathAm I a zombie, or something close?I`m not Casper, I mack all the ghostsOaktown style is the only wayI catch a new freak every dayIt`s not the Yellow Brick Road, it`s called the Foothill StripStand on your toes, make your heels go clickThree times, it`s no place like homeSo why you wanna bury me all aloneI bring a new meaning to underground rapDead or Alive, I`m still Born to MackAlways on the pop charts, straight rappingI`m not dead, I`m just mackingSo as the word turns, I`m a living soulI even heard a rumor that I overdosedI`m not a reincarnation of something oldLike King Tut I was buried in goldWhy you wanna cry when I`m still living?Word got out and the rumors started spreadingMy momma, called one nightSaid "Todd, are you all right?The whole family`s got the Too $hort bluesI heard it last night on the evening news"And that`s bad, it`s not even trueI told my momma like this "Let`s sue"So many times, I heard I diedI guess I`m like a cat and I got nine livesWell I`m the P-L-A, Y-E-RI lay bunnies, like Hugh HeffnerI`m her flavor, kinda saucyI lay back and let the young freak toss meEven if she don`t like serving a pimpI`m still living, so let`s do it againI keep rapping, hard as hellCause your rumors make my records sellIf you continue, I`ll soon be richRiding around town going "Biiiitch!"People always say "Too $hort can`t rap"Now I drive a Benz and my bank is fatIt`s like crap, put a "c" on a rhymeAin`t nothing left homie but a scandalous crimeI`m the best damn rapper you could ever hateSay I died on the freeway in the earthquakeSay I`m washed up, say I`m throughBut the fact still stands I`m better than youYou got rhymes? Well I got moreI take you on a trip to my rappin` storeYou find rhymes and raps, poems and capsWay more raps than any rapper could rapCause if you rap like me, he wouldn`t have to beWeak on the mic like my boy MCIt don`t stop, to the funky beatI know you like dancing with a real big freakI can`t dance, but I sure can rhymeI sold a million, in `89And if you didn`t know baby, it`s the 90`s nowOld Short Dog got a new breakdownI went to Miko`s, fresh candy paintNow I`m doing things that the suckers can`tIf I was dead, they`d call it "Dead Man`s Rap"But on the real, Short Dog is backFunk funky, off the ParliamentI`m still living, so let`s do it againIt`s incredible, even if I dieI never let `em bury me without my micI bring a new meaning, to underground rapDead or alive, I`m still Born to MackI say "What`s up" to my homies in Santa RitaRight about now I know you need aToo $hort rhyme to get you through the dayOaktown style is the only wayI came up, and now I`ve swornTo rock this mic til I can`t no moreAnd that`s game, straight pop the mostMC rapper from the West CoastToo $hort, dead or aliveI still chill on the EastsideCause I remember how it all beganHouse parties in East OaklandNow it`s on the pop charts, still rappingI`m not dead, I`m just macking