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Lyrics for Heaven Featuring Kid Rock and Paradime by Uncle Kracker:
| | | Artist: | Uncle Kracker |
| | Album: | Double Wide | | Track: | Heaven Featuring Kid Rock and Paradime | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 165 | | | | Lyrics: | Kracker]
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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
[Paradime]
Detroit city
From Aretha to
Aaliyah
To Bob Segar to
Joe Louis n' his arena and now me
Paradime the mic of
overachievers
Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters
A bunch of bad dudes in
the mad brew and tattoos
So think twice before you pass through
Or get clapped through
whack crews get hurt
We can take you for a ride (ride)
Or take you for your shirt
(shirt)
I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens
And you can see me do it, do it, down in
New Orleans
Fat backs and greens
I'm the scene of amazement
You'll be picking all
your teeth up from the fuckin pavement
Is that Kracker with a C
No Kracker with a
K
Kracker mother fucker all God damn day
You could take Gratiot south, but that's a real
rough route
You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin
out
[Kracker]
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven
ain't alot 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
[Kid Rock]
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 shit's 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 and make hit's for
flom
And that's what you call droppin bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught
six
And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shit
Motherfucker's wanna
talk about shining
Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds
I keep climbing, but these
charts ain't shit
I'm a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch
I'm the son of shotguns
unsung cry
And 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
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh
[Kracker]
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I
don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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]
Kracker's the name double X in size
And I resid 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 dosn't show
I got more love
for Detroit then you'll ever know
I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
Cats
that bust beer bottles over baseball caps
Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull
cats
They keep sawed off chillin up in the trunks
Whores an 44's, scoops n' blow 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
[Kracker]
If
Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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
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