Текст песни Too Short - Dead or Alive
Too Short - 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 dont believe it, if you do youre wrongHow can I die and rock it all night long? Im too $hort baby, spit that rapI put oakland, california on the mapIts so hard, got you telling liesCant hold me back so you say I diedIts incredible, I came back to lifeI never let em bury me without my micI keep breathing, dont stop that breathNow everybodys talking about too $horts deathAm I a zombie, or something close? Im not casper, I mack all the ghostsOaktown style is the only wayI catch a new freak every dayIts not the yellow brick road, its called the foothill stripStand on your toes, make your heels go clickThree times, its no place like homeSo why you wanna bury me all aloneI bring a new meaning to underground rapDead or alive, Im still born to mackAlways on the pop charts, straight rappingIm not dead, Im just mackingSo as the word turns, Im a living soulI even heard a rumor that I overdosedIm not a reincarnation of something oldLike king tut I was buried in goldWhy you wanna cry when Im still living? Word got out and the rumors started spreadingMy momma, called one nightSaid "todd, are you all right? The whole familys got the too $hort bluesI heard it last night on the evening news"And thats bad, its not even trueI told my momma like this "lets sue"So many times, I heard I diedI guess Im like a cat and I got nine livesWell Im the p-l-a, y-e-rI lay bunnies, like hugh heffnerIm her flavor, kinda saucyI lay back and let the young freak toss meEven if she dont like serving a pimpIm still living, so lets do it againI keep rapping, hard as hellCause your rumors make my records sellIf you continue, Ill soon be richRiding around town going "biiiitch!"People always say "too $hort cant rap"Now I drive a benz and my bank is fatIts like crap, put a "c" on a rhymeAint nothing left homie but a scandalous crimeIm the best damn rapper you could ever hateSay I died on the freeway in the earthquakeSay Im washed up, say Im throughBut the fact still stands Im 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 wouldnt have to beWeak on the mic like my boy mcIt dont stop, to the funky beatI know you like dancing with a real big freakI cant dance, but I sure can rhymeI sold a million, in 89And if you didnt know baby, its the 90s nowOld short dog got a new breakdownI went to mikos, fresh candy paintNow Im doing things that the suckers cantIf I was dead, theyd call it "dead mans rap"But on the real, short dog is backFunk funky, off the parliamentIm still living, so lets do it againIts incredible, even if I dieI never let em bury me without my micI bring a new meaning, to underground rapDead or alive, Im still born to mackI say "whats 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 Ive swornTo rock this mic til I cant no moreAnd thats 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 its on the pop charts, still rappingIm not dead, Im just macking