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Текст песни Uncle Kracker f Kid Rock, Paradime - Heaven

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If Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna goIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I just as soon stay homeIf they ain`t got no Eight Mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to me, it would be about the same to me [Paradime]Detroit City, from Aretha, to AaliyahTo Bob Seger, to Joe Louis and his arenaAnd now me, Paradime, the mic of overachieversSmoking sewer caps, bottom feeders and parking metersA bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoosSo think twice before you pass throughOr get clapped through, wack crews get hurtWe can take you for a ride or take you for your shirtI did it in the Bronx, I did it in QueensAnd you can see me do it, do it, down in New OrleansFat backs and greens, I`m the scene of amazementYou`ll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavementIs that Kracker with a C, no, Kracker with the KKracker, motherfucker all God damn dayYou could take Gratiot south, but that`s a real rough routeYou`ll get found face down with your pockets hanging outIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna goIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I just as soon stay homeIf they ain`t got no Eight Mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt 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 platinumBack in the motherfucking saddleYou wanna battle Kid Rock bitch, you`re up shit`s creek without a paddleI`m not tattle cause I do not snitchI lick clits and drop cock and twats that spitI spit like hicks and make hits for flomAnd that`s what you call dropping bombsGot a bullethead dick with a thirty eight sixAnd from a thousand yards I`ll hit ya right in the lips, shitMotherfuckers wanna talk about shiningHere`s four fingers, kiss my fucking diamondsI keep climbing, but these charts ain`t shitI`m a whining, lining, rhyming son of a bitchI`m the son of a shotgun`s unsung cryAnd I`m the only MC that`ll never dieCause if it`s real you`ll feel it, so check for the nameOr look for the dog with the fade in the chain, yeeeeahhhIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna goIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I just as soon stay homeIf they ain`t got no Eight Mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to me, it would be about the same to meKracker`s the name, double X in sizeAnd I reside on the side where the sun riseSee I`ll never be touched because I`m outta reachCall me Kracker, just be fucking up spots like bleachWorst in my division, I got bitches on fileFrom the Mississippi River on back to Belle IsleI got style, but it doesn`t showI`ve got more love from Detroit than you`ll ever knowI know cats that sling crack and cats that scrapCats that bust beer bottles over baseball capsCats that get drunk and like to spark up skull catsThey keep sawed off, chilling up in the trunksWhores and 44`s, scoops and blow, fuck Faygo bitchWe pound cans of Stroh`sWe run the mitten, from the river way up to the farmsThat`s why we get these fucking D"s tattooed on our armsIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna goIf Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I just as soon stay homeIf they ain`t got no Eight Mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to me, it would be about the same to me

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