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    Heaven [feat. Kid Rock & Paradime]

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      About "Heaven [feat. Kid Rock & Paradime]"

      Lyrics for Uncle Kracker - "Heaven [feat. Kid Rock & Paradime]"

      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I don't want to go
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I'd just a soon stay home
      If they ain't got no 8 mile
      Like they do 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 an now on me
      Paradime the mic of overachievers
      Smokin' sewer cops bottom feeders
      and parking meters

      A bunch of bad dude in the mad brew and tattoos
      So think twice before you pass through
      Or get clapped through wack 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, down in New Orleans
      Fat backs n greens I'm a scene of amazement
      You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement
      Is that Kracker with a see?
      Naw 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
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I don't want to go
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I'd just a soon stay home
      If they ain't got no 8 mile
      Like they do 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 Cowboy
      My Name is Cowboy

      I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum
      Back in the mother fuckin' saddle
      want to battle Kid Rock bitch your up shit's creek
      without a paddle
      I'm no tattle cause I do not snitch
      I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
      I spit like hick's n' mix hits for Flom
      And that's what you call droppin' bombs
      Got a bullet head a dick with a 30 odd 6
      And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips....shit

      Motherfuckers wamma 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 song of a 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, yeah!
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I don't want to go
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I'd just a soon stay home
      If they ain't got no 8 mile
      Like they do 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
      Kracker
      Kracker
      Kracker
      Kracker
      Kracker
      Kracker
      Kracker's the name, double X in size
      An' I reside on the side where the sun rise
      See I'll never be touched, cause I'm outta reach
      Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach
      Worst in my division, I got bitches on 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 I I I know cats that sling
      Crack n' cats that scrap
      Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps

      Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull
      Cats that keep sawed off's chillin' up in the trunk trunk trunk
      Whores an' 4 4's n' scoops n' blow

      And 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 got these fuckin D's tattooed on our arms
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I don't want to go
      If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
      I'd just a soon stay home
      If they ain't got no 8 mile
      Like they do 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

      SONGWRITERS:
      Olson, Kenny / Moore, David / Maddox, William / Beauregard, F / Shafer, Matthew / Ritchie, Robert J
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