Uncle Kracker - Steaks 'N Shrimp Lyrics
Kracker]If Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no Eight MileLike they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me[Paradime]Detroit cityFrom Aretha to AaliyahTo Bob Segar toJoe Louis n' his arena and now meParadime the mic of overachieversSmokin 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 whack crews get hurtWe can take you for a ride (ride)Or take you for your shirt (shirt)I did it in the Bronx, I did in in QueensAnd you can see me do it, do it, down in New OrleansFat backs and greensI'm the scene of amazementYou'll be picking all your teeth up from the *****in pavementIs that Kracker with a CNo Kracker with a KKracker mother *****er all God damn dayYou could take Gratiot south, but that's a real rough routeYou'll get found face down with your pockets hangin out[Kracker]If Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no Eight MileLike they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me[Kid Rock]My name is...My name is...I'm going platinumBack up in the mother *****in saddleYou wanna battle Kid Rock *****Your up shit's creek without a paddleI'm no tattle because I do not snitchI lick clits n' drop ***** n' twats that spitI spit like hicks and make hit's for flomAnd that's what you call droppin bombsGot a bullet head dick with a thirty aught sixAnd from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shitMother*****er's wanna talk about shiningHere's four fingers kiss my *****in diamondsI keep climbing, but these charts ain't shitI'm a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a *****I'm the son of shotguns 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 chainYeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh[Kracker]If Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no Eight MileLike they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me[Kracker]Kracker's the name double X in sizeAnd I resid on the side were the sun riseSee I'll never be touched because I'm outta reachCall me Kracker just be *****in up spots like bleachWorst in my division I got *****es on the fileFrom the Mississippi River on back to Belle IsleI got style, but it dosn't showI got more love for Detroit then 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 chillin up in the trunksWhores an 44's, scoops n' blow Faygo *****We pound cans of Stroh'sWe run the mitten from the river way up to the farmsThat's why we get these *****in D's tattooed on our arms[Kracker]If Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't alot like DetroitI just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no Eight MileLike they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake CityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me
