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Uncle Kracker
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Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock & Paradime)
Lyricist:William M Maddox, David Leslie Moore, Bob Ritchie, Matt Shaffer
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no eight mile like they do up in the D Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me
Detroit City from Aretha to Aaliyah To Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena, now me Paradime' the mic of overachievers Smokin' sewer caps bottom feeders parkin' meters A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew tattoos So think twice before you pass through
Or get clapped through whack crews get hurt We can take you for a ride or take you for your shirt I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens You can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans
Fat backs, greens I'm the scene of amazement You'll be pickin' all your teeth up from the fuckin' pavement Is that Kracker with a C, no Kracker with a K Kracker mother fucker [Incomprehensible]all goddamn day You could take Gratiot south, but that's a real rough route You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin' out
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no eight mile like they do up in the D Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me
My name is, my name is, I'm going platinum Back up in the mother fuckin' saddle You wanna battle Kid rock bitch Your up shits, creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle because I do not snitch I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit I spit like hicks make hit's for flom N' that's what you call droppin' bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com From a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lip shit Motherfucker's wanna talk about shinin' Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin' diamonds
I keep climbin', but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinin', linin', rhymin', son of a bitch I'm the son of Shotguns unsung cry N' I'm the only MC that'll never die 'Cause if it's real you'll feel it so check for the name Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain, yeah
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no eight mile like they do up in the D Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me
Kracker's the name, double X in size N' I reside on the side were the sun rise See I'll never be touched because I'm outta reach Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach
Worst in my division I got bitches on the file From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle I got style, but it doesn't show I got more love for Detroit then you'll ever know
I know cats that sling crack n' cats that scrap Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps Cats that get drunk like to spark up skull cats They keep sawed off chillin' up in the trunks
Whores an 44's, scoops n' blow n' fuck faygo bitch We pound cans of Stroh's We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms That's why we get these fuckin d's tattooed on our arms
If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I just a soon stay home
If they ain't got no eight mile like they do up in the D Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me
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