Dead or Alive

I heard there was a rumor Too Short was dead

Walked in the house and got shot in the head

I know you don't believe it, if you do, you're wrong

How can I die and rock it all night long?

I'm Too Short baby, spit that rap

I put Oakland, California on the map

It's so hard, got you tellin' lies

Can't hold me back so you say, I died

It's incredible, I came back to life

I never let 'em bury me without my mic

I keep breathin', don't stop that breath

Now everybody's talkin' about Too Short's death

Am I a zombie, or something close?

I'm not Casper, I mack all the ghosts

Oak town style is the only way I catch a new freak every day

It's not the Yellow Brick Road, it's called the 'Foothill Strip'

Stand on your toes, make your heels go click

Three times, it's no place like home

So why you wanna bury me all alone

I bring a new meaning to underground rap

Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack

Always on the pop charts, straight rappin'

I'm not dead, I'm just mackin'

So as the word turns, I'm a livin' soul

I even heard a rumor that I overdosed

I'm not a reincarnation of something old

Like King Tut I was buried in gold

Why you wanna cry when I'm still livin'?

Word got out and the rumors started spreadin'

My momma, called one night, said, ââ‚¬½ Todd, are you all right?ââ‚¬

The whole family's got the Too Short blues

I heard it last night on the evening news

And that's bad, it's not even true

I told my momma like this, "Let's sue"

So many times, I heard I died

I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives

Well, I'm the P L A Y E R

I lay bunnies, like Hugh Hefner, I'm her flavor, kinda saucy

I lay back and let the young freak toss me

Even if she don't like servin' a pimp

I'm still livin', so let's do it again

I keep rappin', hard as hell

'Cause your rumors make my records sell

If you continue, I'll soon be rich

Ridin' around town goin', "Bitch"

People always say, "Too Short can't rap"

Now I drive a Benz and my bank is fat

It's like crap, put a "C" on a rhyme

Ain't nothing left homie but a scandalous crime

I'm the best damn rapper you could ever hate

Say, I died on the freeway in the earthquake

Say, I'm washed up, say I'm through

But the fact still stands I'm 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 wouldn't have to be

Weak on the mic like my boy MC

It don't stop, to the funky beat

I know you like dancin' with a real big freak

I can't dance, but I sure can rhyme, I sold a million, in '89

And if you didn't know baby, it's the 90's now

Old Short Dog got a new breakdown

I went to Miko's, fresh candy paint

Now I'm doin' things that the suckers can't

If I was dead, they'd call it 'Dead Man's Rap'

But on the real, Short Dog is back

Funk, funky, off the parliament

I'm still livin', so let's do it again

It's 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, I'm still born to Mack

I say, "What's up" to my homies in Santa Rita

Right about now I know you need a Too Short rhyme

To get you through the day

Oak town style is the only way I came up

And now I've sworn to rock this mic til I can't no more and that's game

Straight pop the most MC rapper from the West Coast

Too Short dead or alive, I still chill on the Eastside

'Cause I remember how it all began

House parties in East Oakland

Now it's on the pop charts, still rappin'

I'm not dead, I'm just mackin'