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Heaven (feat. Kid Rock & Paradime)
Текст песни
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
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
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