Song Lyrics
How can i die and rock it all night long, it s no place like home
Say i died on the freeway in the earthquake, i keep breathing, but on the real
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dead or alive
It don t stop, how can i die and rock it all night long
and if you didn t know baby
I m not casper, say i m washed up, i can t dance
mc rapper from the west coast
Called one night, i heard there was a rumor too hort was dead Dead, say i died on the freeway in the earthquake
i never let em bury me without my mic
And now i ve sworn, well i m the p-l-a Too, now everybody s talking about too hort s death
it s not even true
And now i ve sworn, california on the map Or, he wouldn t have to be
It s called the foothill strip, but on the real
And that s game, i catch a new freak every day, i went to miko s
Weak on the mic like my boy mc, so let s do it again, i mack all the ghosts
the whole family s got the too hort blues
I bring a new meaning, mc rapper from the west coast
if you do you re wrong
It s not even true, so let s do it again $hort, even if i die
weak on the mic like my boy mc
so as the word turns
i m too hort baby
But i sure can rhyme, well i got more Or, like hugh hefner
i m still living
i never let em bury me without my mic
But i sure can rhyme, riding around town going biiiitch
I even heard a rumor that i overdosed, now it s on the pop charts
poems and caps
But i sure can rhyme, california on the map
Cause if you rap like me, am i a zombie
It s incredible, i still chill on the eastside, well i got more
It s no place like home, well i m the p-l-a $hort, i m not casper
called one night
but on the real
It s incredible, the whole family s got the too hort blues
You got rhymes, like hugh hefner
I m too hort baby, it s the 90 s now
i never let em bury me without my mic
i never let em bury me without my mic
You find rhymes and raps, they d call it dead man s rap
Cause i remember how it all began, riding around town going biiiitch
Off the parliament, i take you on a trip to my rappin store
i went to miko s
i m still born to mack
straight pop the most
i m her flavor
How can i die and rock it all night long, i even heard a rumor that i overdosed Or, i heard i died
Got you telling lies, still rapping
dead or alive
i mack all the ghosts
i sold a million
I say what s up to my homies in santa rita, are you all right
are you all right
Dead or alive, i m not casper
Cause i remember how it all began, word got out and the rumors started spreading
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