Kid Rock
Kid Rock - Heaven songtekst
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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 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 Detroit city from the Aretha to Aliyah To Bob Segar to Joe Louis N' his arena an now on me Paradise the mic of over achievers Smokin' sewer cops 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 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, do it down in New Orleans Fat backs and greens I'm a scene of amazement You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement Is that Kracker with a C? No Kracker with a K Kracker motherfucker 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'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 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 My name is Cowboy My name is Cowboy I'm, I'm, I'm goin' platinum Back in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle Kid Rock Bitch your up shits creek without a paddle I'm no tattle 'cause I do not snitch I lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spit I spit like hick's n' mix hits for flam And that's what you call droppin' bombs Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6 And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips, shit Motherfuckers wanna talk about shining Here's four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamonds I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinini', linin' rhymin' son of a bitch I'm the son 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 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 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, Kracker, Kracker Kracker, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker Kracker's the name double X in size And I reside on the side where the sun rise See I'll never be touched because I'm out of 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 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 that keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunk Whores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fuck fay go 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 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