Heaven lyrics

Artist  : Uncle Kracker 
Song : Heaven



 Send "Heaven" Ringtone to your Cell 

 If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit

I don't
wanna go

If Heaven ain't alot like
Detroit

I just as 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

*Paradime

Detroit city

From Aretha
to Aaliyah

To Bob Segar to

Joe Louis n'
his arena and now me 

Paradime the mic of
overachievers

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 through

Or get clapped
through whack crews get hurt

We can take you
for a ride

Or take you for your 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

*Kid Rock

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

If Heaven ain't
alot like Detroit

I don't wanna go

If
Heaven ain't alot like Detroit

I just as 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

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 as 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