heaven Songtext - Uncle Kracker

Heaven
Uncle Kracker
double wide

Artist: Uncle Kracker
Album: Double Wide
Title: 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 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 gerens 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

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 in the D

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 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 (8X)
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 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 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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