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