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Получи текст песни Uncle Kracker f Kid Rock, Paradime - Heavenна свой мобильный!
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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 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 Seger, to Joe Louis and his arena
And now me, Paradime, the mic of overachievers
Smoking 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, 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 the scene of amazement
You`ll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement
Is that Kracker with a C, no, Kracker with the K
Kracker, motherfucker 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 hanging out
If Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna go
If Heaven ain`t a lot 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
[Kid Rock]
My name is, my name is, I`m going platinum
Back in the motherfucking saddle
You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch, you`re up shit`s creek without a paddle
I`m not tattle cause I do not snitch
I lick clits and drop cock and twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hits for flom
And that`s what you call dropping bombs
Got a bullethead dick with a thirty eight six
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 fucking diamonds
I keep climbing, but these charts ain`t shit
I`m a whining, lining, rhyming son of a bitch
I`m the son of a shotgun`s 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, yeeeeahhh
If Heaven ain`t a lot like Detroit, I don`t wanna go
If Heaven ain`t a lot 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`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 outta reach
Call me Kracker, just be fucking 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`ve got more love from 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
They keep sawed off, chilling up in the trunks
Whores and 44`s, scoops and blow, 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 fucking 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 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
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