"Afterlife" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
Uncle Wax?
What?
Will you read us a bedtime story?
Alright, alright
You all tucked in?
Here we go
Once upon a time down in New Orleans
There lived a small kid with some big old dreams
He played basketball all day, every day
And knew that one day he'd play in the NBA
But compared to the other kids, he was a whole lot smaller
He dreamed he'd eventually grow a lot taller
Besides ballin, he had zero interests
Hit puberty and grew zero inches, damn
Nobody had skill like him
But no college would recruit someone lil like him
He couldn't touch net, much less hit rim
So his chances were much like him, short and slim
He was walking through the French Quarter late one night
Ran into an old lady that was his same height
She said, "Hey, young fella, I know just how you feel
Take a walk with me, maybe we can make a deal"
La la la la la la
Would you like to take a little ride?
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
La la la la la la
You picked a pretty good day to die
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife
Bye bye
She took him to a shop that said "Palm Reader"
They sat in the back with a calm demeanor
She said, "You ain't gotta be sad no more"
And pulled a contract from out of an old drawer
She continued
"I guarantee you'll achieve your goal
The only fee that I need is the deed to your soul
Sign on the line and it's mine"
He signed—one year later, he was six foot nine
And it was time
To dominate, any college awaited him
UCLA... he decided he'd play for them
The other teams hated him, cheerleaders dated him
A top draft pick is how the commentators rated him
He'd drive down the floor, every time and score
The crowd roared when he shined in the Final Four
He got himself an agent who drafted up some papers
Left school early, got drafted by the Lakers
Uh
La la la la la la
Ooh yeah
Would you like to take a little ride?
Take a little ride
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
La la la la la la
You picked a pretty good day to die
(They killin' her)
La la la la la la
Yeah
See you in the afterlife
Aye
Bye bye
He's 20 years old and he's living the dream
Rookie of the Year, All-Star team
Got a shoe deal, book deal, movie deal, all of it
Supermodels, jewelry, cash—you know baller shit
Bought a sports car that was small as shit
He had to have the top down, he was too tall to fit
One night he was drivin that Maserati
Speeding 'cause he was being chased by paparazzi
He went to hit the brakes, but they had a failure
And the car went right under a tractor trailer
Decapitated instantly and killed that night
He'd have been just fine at his original height...
Damn...
What would you support?
A short-lived life or a life lived short?
A legend on Earth 'cause he played so well
And now "he's on fire"... in hell
La la la la la la
Would you like to take a little ride?
He took a little ride indeed
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
Be careful what you wish for
La la la la la la
You spoiled brats
You picked a pretty good day to die
You might die
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife
Bye bye
Bye bye
What?
Will you read us a bedtime story?
Alright, alright
You all tucked in?
Here we go
Once upon a time down in New Orleans
There lived a small kid with some big old dreams
He played basketball all day, every day
And knew that one day he'd play in the NBA
But compared to the other kids, he was a whole lot smaller
He dreamed he'd eventually grow a lot taller
Besides ballin, he had zero interests
Hit puberty and grew zero inches, damn
Nobody had skill like him
But no college would recruit someone lil like him
He couldn't touch net, much less hit rim
So his chances were much like him, short and slim
He was walking through the French Quarter late one night
Ran into an old lady that was his same height
She said, "Hey, young fella, I know just how you feel
Take a walk with me, maybe we can make a deal"
La la la la la la
Would you like to take a little ride?
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
La la la la la la
You picked a pretty good day to die
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife
Bye bye
She took him to a shop that said "Palm Reader"
They sat in the back with a calm demeanor
She said, "You ain't gotta be sad no more"
And pulled a contract from out of an old drawer
She continued
"I guarantee you'll achieve your goal
The only fee that I need is the deed to your soul
Sign on the line and it's mine"
He signed—one year later, he was six foot nine
And it was time
To dominate, any college awaited him
UCLA... he decided he'd play for them
The other teams hated him, cheerleaders dated him
A top draft pick is how the commentators rated him
He'd drive down the floor, every time and score
The crowd roared when he shined in the Final Four
He got himself an agent who drafted up some papers
Left school early, got drafted by the Lakers
Uh
La la la la la la
Ooh yeah
Would you like to take a little ride?
Take a little ride
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
La la la la la la
You picked a pretty good day to die
(They killin' her)
La la la la la la
Yeah
See you in the afterlife
Aye
Bye bye
He's 20 years old and he's living the dream
Rookie of the Year, All-Star team
Got a shoe deal, book deal, movie deal, all of it
Supermodels, jewelry, cash—you know baller shit
Bought a sports car that was small as shit
He had to have the top down, he was too tall to fit
One night he was drivin that Maserati
Speeding 'cause he was being chased by paparazzi
He went to hit the brakes, but they had a failure
And the car went right under a tractor trailer
Decapitated instantly and killed that night
He'd have been just fine at his original height...
Damn...
What would you support?
A short-lived life or a life lived short?
A legend on Earth 'cause he played so well
And now "he's on fire"... in hell
La la la la la la
Would you like to take a little ride?
He took a little ride indeed
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife, aye
Be careful what you wish for
La la la la la la
You spoiled brats
You picked a pretty good day to die
You might die
La la la la la la
See you in the afterlife
Bye bye
Bye bye
