Uncle Kracker Lyrics

Album: Double Wide

Heaven 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 same to me