Uncle Kracker Heaven текст песни, слова песни Heaven Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker - Heaven
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 Aretha to Aaliyah to Bob Seger to
Joe Louis n' his arena an now me
Paradime the mice of over achievers
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 thru
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 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 C?
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
(Chorus)
Back in the mother fuckin' saddle
Wanna battle Kid Rock bitch your up shit's creek with out 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 thats' 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 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 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!
(Chorus)
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