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Heaven (feat. Kid Rock & Paradime)

Uncle Kracker feat. Kid Rock & Paradime•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

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If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit

I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit

I just as 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

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

Or take you for your shirt

I did it in the Bronx, I did it in Queens

And you can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans

Fatbacks 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 really rough route

You'll get found face down with your pockets hanging 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

Kid Rock, Kid Rock

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 whining, 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

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit

I just as 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

Kracker's the name double X in size

And I reside on the side where the sunrise

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 than 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

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit

I just as 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

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Heaven (feat. Kid Rock & Paradime)

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