Uncle Kracker - "Heaven" lyrics
*** Complimentary Heaven Ringtone ***
CHORUS:
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 over achievers
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
F***ing pavement
Is that Kracker with a C'
Naw Kracker with a K
Kracker motherf***ker
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
Repeat chorus
My name is Cowboy
My name is Cowboy
I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum
Back in the motherf***in' saddle
Wanna battle Kid Rock
B**** your up sh*t's creek
Without a paddle
I'm no tattle 'cause
I do not snitch
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 over achievers
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
F***ing pavement
Is that Kracker with a C'
Naw Kracker with a K
Kracker motherf***ker
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
Repeat chorus
My name is Cowboy
My name is Cowboy
I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum
Back in the motherf***in' saddle
Wanna battle Kid Rock
B**** your up sh*t'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 d*ck with a 30 odd 6
And from a thousand yards
I'll hit ya right in the lips, sh*t
Motherf***ers wanna
Talk about shinin'
Here's four fingers
Kiss my f***n' diamonds
I keep climbin' but
These charts ain't sh*t
I'm a whinin, linin'
Rhymin' son of a b****
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
Repeat chorus
Kracker (x8)
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
F***in' up spots like bleach
Worst in my division
I got b****es 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 f*** Faygo b****
We pound cans of Stroh's
We run the mitten from
The river way up to the farms
That's why we got these f***in D's
Tattooed on our arms
Repeat chorus
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 d*ck with a 30 odd 6
And from a thousand yards
I'll hit ya right in the lips, sh*t
Motherf***ers wanna
Talk about shinin'
Here's four fingers
Kiss my f***n' diamonds
I keep climbin' but
These charts ain't sh*t
I'm a whinin, linin'
Rhymin' son of a b****
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
Repeat chorus
Kracker (x8)
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
F***in' up spots like bleach
Worst in my division
I got b****es 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 f*** Faygo b****
We pound cans of Stroh's
We run the mitten from
The river way up to the farms
That's why we got these f***in D's
Tattooed on our arms
Repeat chorus
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