Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven, artist - Uncle Kracker. Album song Double Wide, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 12.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, LAVA
Song language: English
Heaven |
| 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 |
| Detroit city |
| From Aretha to Aaliyah |
| To Bob Segar to |
| Joe Louis n' his arena and now me |
| Paradime the mic of overachievers |
| Smoking 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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’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 |
| 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 |