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Uncle Kracker
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Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock)
作詞:William M Maddox, David Leslie Moore, Bob Ritchie, Matt Shaffer
If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot 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 same to me It would be about same to me
Detroit city from Aretha to Aliyah To Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena and now me Paradigm the mic of overachievers Smokin' sewer caps, bottom feeders and parkin' 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 pickin' all your teeth up from the fuckin' pavement
Is that Kracker with a C no Kracker with a K Kracker mother fucker 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
If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I just 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 same to me It would be about same to me
My name is, my name is, I'm goin' platinum Back in the mother fuckin' saddle Wanna battle Kid Rock bitch You're up shit's creek without a paddle
I'm know tattle because I do not snitch I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit I spit like hicks and make hits for flom And that's what you call droppin' bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 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
If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot 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 same to me It would be about same to me
Kracker's the name double X in size And I reside 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 file From the Mississippi river on back to Belle Isle I got style, but it doesn'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 n' 44's, 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 get 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 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 same to me It would be about same to me
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