Uncle Kracker - Heaven Lyrics

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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'd just a soon stay home

If they ain't got no 8 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 the aretha to aliyah

To bob segar to joe louis

N' his arena an now on me

Paradise the mic of over achievers

Smokin' sewer cops 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 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 do it down in new orleans

Fat backs and greens i'm a scene of amazement

You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement

Is that kracker with a c? no kracker with a k

Kracker motherfucker all goddamn 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 wanna 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 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

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My name is cowboy

My name is cowboy

I'm i'm i'm goin' platinum

Back in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle kid rock

Bitch your up shits creek without a paddle

I'm no tattle 'cause i do not snitch

I lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spit

I spit like hick's n' mix hits for flam

And that's what you call droppin' bombs

Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6

And from a thousand yards i'll hit ya right in the lips shit

Motherfuckers wanna talk about shining

Here's four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamonds

I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit

I'm a whinini' linin' rhymin' son of a bitch

I'm the son 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 wanna 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 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 kracker kracker

Kracker kracker kracker kracker

Kracker's the name double x in size

And i reside on the side where the sun rise

See i'll never be touched because i'm out of 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 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 that keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunk

Whores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fuck fay go 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 wanna 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 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

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