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I heard there was a rumor Too $hort 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 $hort baby, spit that rap

I put Oakland, California on the map

It`s so hard, got you telling 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 breathing, don`t stop that breath

Now everybody`s talking about Too $hort`s death

Am I a zombie, or something close?

I`m not Casper, I mack all the ghosts

Oaktown 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 rapping

I`m not dead, I`m just macking



So as the word turns, I`m a living 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 living?

Word got out and the rumors started spreading

My momma, called one night

Said "Todd, are you all right?

The whole family`s got the Too $hort 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 Heffner

I`m her flavor, kinda saucy

I lay back and let the young freak toss me

Even if she don`t like serving a pimp

I`m still living, so let`s do it again

I keep rapping, hard as hell

Cause your rumors make my records sell

If you continue, I`ll soon be rich

Riding around town going "Biiiitch!"



People always say "Too $hort 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 dancing 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 doing 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 living, 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 $hort rhyme to get you through the day

Oaktown 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 $hort, 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 rapping

I`m not dead, I`m just macking

I heard there was a rumor Too $hort 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 $hort baby, spit that rap

I put Oakland, California on the map

It`s so hard, got you telling 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 breathing, don`t stop that breath

Now everybody`s talking about Too $hort`s death

Am I a zombie, or something close?

I`m not Casper, I mack all the ghosts

Oaktown 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 rapping

I`m not dead, I`m just macking



So as the word turns, I`m a living 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 living?

Word got out and the rumors started spreading

My momma, called one night

Said "Todd, are you all right?

The whole family`s got the Too $hort 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 Heffner

I`m her flavor, kinda saucy

I lay back and let the young freak toss me

Even if she don`t like serving a pimp

I`m still living, so let`s do it again

I keep rapping, hard as hell

Cause your rumors make my records sell

If you continue, I`ll soon be rich

Riding around town going "Biiiitch!"



People always say "Too $hort 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 dancing 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 doing 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 living, 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 $hort rhyme to get you through the day

Oaktown 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 $hort, 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 rapping

I`m not dead, I`m just macking

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