1.Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock and Paradime)
Uncle Kracker
Double Wide
Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock and Paradime)
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Detroit city
From Aretha to Aaliyah
To Bob Segar to
Joe Louis n' his arena and now me
Paradime the mic of overachievers
Smokin 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 whack crews get hurt
We can take you for a ride (ride)
Or take you for your shirt (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 picking all your teeth up from the fuckin pavement
Is that Kracker with a C
No Kracker with a K
Kracker mother fucker 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 hangin out
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
My name is...
My name is...
I'm going platinum
Back up in the mother fuckin saddle
You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch
Your up shit's creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hit's for flom
And that's what you call droppin bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six
And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shit
Motherfucker's wanna talk about shining
Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds
I keep climbing, 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
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Kracker's the name double X in size
And I resid 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 the file
From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle
I got style, but it dosn'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 an 44's, scoops n' blow 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 alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
2.Intro (Featuring Kid Rock)
Uncle Kracker
Double Wide
Intro (Featuring Kid Rock)
Kracker - I guess this is where I get off
Kid Rock - Yep, remember everything I told you
Kracker - Yep
Kid Rock - Got Your Song Book？
Kracker - Yep
Kid Rock - Got them beats I gave you？
Kracker - Yep
Kid Rock - Money？
Kracker - Yep
Kid Rock - Cell Phone？
Kracker - Uh huh
Kid Rock - What's wrong
Kracker - What if I don't make it
Kid Rock - That's impossible
Kracker - But what if
Kid Rock - Fuck what and tell if to suck my dick
Kracker - Alright
Kid Rock - I taught you to well for that
Kid Rock - Besides the money's already made and the foundation
has already been laid
Kid Rock - Now, remember the most important thing I taught ya
Kid Rock - When it gets crazy out there with the money and the
girls and the fame
Kracker - What's that
Kid Rock - Make sure you pinch it at the top before you roll it
down
Kracker - Got it
Kid Rock - Now get out of here
3.I'm Gonna Split This Room In Half
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Matthew Shafer
I know a guy who took too many pills
Now he's got a mansion that sits on a hill
14 million served that's correct
17 cars, 3 cribs and 2 jets
I came to test to blood, sweat, tears
Persevered for ten long years
10 years, I was there for 8
And I ain't seen a meaner mutha puttin' food on our plate
I've learned to hate and that's a damn shame
Because I'm gettin' pretty good at this bitch ass game
See, fame ain't the problem, it's broke
Pissin' on my dog 'cause they're down on their luck
Now you're stuck like a pig in the poke
You know you're makin' him mad and you're goin' to get choked
Don't you know every dog has a limit
Yo, I'm about to kick somebody's ass in a minute
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
Sometimes success leads to stress
Legal roles and dumb hoes and death threats
Nat work for network and that works
And people jerk for perks that ain't theirs
And that hurts, you work your whole life
And that still ain't enough
'Cause a bunch of punks wanna poach your stuff
(That's not your stuff)
So don't touch that
(And don't make me break with this baseball bat 'cause)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
You're not playing nice
My dog likes to share
You're goin' to get smacked for not playin' fair
It's in the air you can feel the tension
We don't take kind to senseless dissension
You bark like a dog, you fight like a dog
You live by your dog, you die by your dog
Now there's a calm before the storm
And I'd hate to be you when it starts to get warm
Clouds are forming, crowds are swarming
You've had for warning, now pray for mourning 'cause
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
I'm gonna split this room in half
(I said, why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad？)
4.Time After Time
Lyricist：R Hyman, Cyndi Lauper
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said, â½Go slowâ
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
5.What You Lookin' At？
Lyrics：Dan Colon
X-Factor Theme
Yo you dealin' with the X-Factor!
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me
like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
You wanna rhyme pullin' stunts like that,
See never in my life could I front like that,
I ain't cut like that, I couldnt' run like that,
I'ma keep it non-fiction and take my hat,
Uhhh, Remember back when things looked grim,
I spent a lot of money and time on whimps,
I remember the crew, Remember the good times,
Remember the orange and I'll remember the sunshine,
It's all gone thats the thing of the past,
The fact remains that it moves real fast,
So while you sit around and hope things won't change,
I'll be sittin' pretty singing Hey Pac Wait!
I gotta' tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad 'cause thats something you can't
see.
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me
like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
Yo hear me comin' off of songs of redemption,
I've been a prass for rast and attaption,
I've got your extention, but I'll probably never call,
I'm apalled by the things you done,
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one,
I get done and I'm glad, but it's a shame you waste it,
You want this so bad you can taste it!
Detroit love do you feel now!？
A stick can move can you feel now!？
I'm on a ride for the 2-triple-0,
Full flair your all american hero!
I gotta' tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad 'cause thats something you can't
see.
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me
like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
I'm here to tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad 'cause thats something you can't
see.
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me
like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
What you lookin' at？
6.X-Factor
Yo Ya Dealing With The X-Factor
I've got everything i ever wanted and im going to get that back
Oh! i know you hate X-Factor but you dont have to look at me
like that
I say you aint have to look at me like that
What you lookin at
What you lookin at
What you lookin at
What you lookin at
You run arround pulling stunts like that
You can never run my life like a punk like that
I aint caught like that
I couldn't run like that
im keeping that bitch whos gonna take my hat
Oh im knockin on your back when the day looks glim
(Your Deeling with the X-Factor)
I spend a lot of money with the time walk whimps
I remebered the cruel
Remembered the Good times
Remember the Urge and remember the Sunshine
Its all going as a thing of the past
The The fact remains that it goes real fast
So while you sit around when things dont change
I can sit here and Sing 'Hey Rocky Wait'
Ive got a cousin baby who like being good to me
And i know it makes you mad because you cant see
Ive got everything i ever wanted and im gonna get it back
Yo i know you hate X-Factor but you dont have to look at me like
that
I say you aint gotta look at me like that, or that
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
Solo
You'll hear me coming on a source of redemption
I've been a blast for blast in detention
Ive got the withstantion
But ill probably have a car when i need 1
Im poor by the pants you bought
Let me trail a rock to get help for 1
A poor man in the back but the time we've wasted
You want this all back so you can taste it
And the detroit that can you Feel that, feel that
I hit a move, can you feel that, Feel that
I on the back of a 2 triple 0
We've all provelied and were all americans people
I've to tell you Baby, Life's 2 gud 4 me
And i know you hate that cos im too gud to c
I've got everything i ever wanted and im going to get that back
Oh I no you hate X-Factoe but you aint got to luk at me like
that
I say you aint got to look at me like that
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
I'm here to tell you baby lifes 2 gud 2 me
I know that makes you cry but thats all you can see
I've got everything i ever wanted and im gonna get that back
I know you hate X-Factor but you dont have to look at me like
that
I say you aint gotta luk at me like that
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at
What ya lookin at (HUH)
What ya lookin at
7.Detroit To Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who's your uncle？
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Who's your uncle？
8.Steaks And Shrimp
Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wastin time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud
We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin stops on crews
They get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles stem from pioneers
Leavin suckers in awe
And you get jawed for lookin queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall
That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all
You get balls, you come and talk that shit
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips
Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be
Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold
I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin with Top Dog
Your fuckin with family
No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear
Any time you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinkin
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin
You can check me, but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin to take my pride
You ride with who, man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin
Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you
I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball
I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishi' and again I might not
I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch
The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites
Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states
I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
I do big plates eight times a day
The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday that passes
Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary
I'm a very shy simplistic
And get this, some people say I changed
I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name
A little extra game and extra cash could see
You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
Bitch
9.Whiskey and Water
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, R J Ritchie, Matthew Shafer
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
I'm on the run, the Devil's tryin' to get me
Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi
I was an angel lookin' for another face
I must a bumped my fuckin' head when I fell from grace
I found a place in the sun like Stevie
And now I gotta wonder 'cause the rain don't believe me
I need to breathe, take the money and run
I put my faith in one place and now I'm fuckin' done
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
I could a been a saint, but I choose the wrong path
I ain't no dummy, take the money and laugh, uh
I got the cash, did the dash for the door
Now I'm sittin' on my stash and I'm feelin' like a whore
I'm torn, but can't think, I blink so I miss
I move in strange ways, I move to dismiss
I'll leave this place and when I do that's it
I don't need to conclude so you can keep that shit
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
Uh, I'm headin' south on Old Whiskey Road
Livin' life like a story that doesn't need to be told
It's gettin' old, always runnin' from the past
I'm lookin' at myself in the bottom of a glass
I won't last, my light's too dim, uh
I seen the future and it's lookin' pretty grim, uh
I'm gonna win, but not like that
So I'm takin' what I got and I ain't never comin' back
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
You put some whiskey in the water
I'm gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I'm gonna be alright
10.Aces ＆ 8's
Walked up in the bar and sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal, but it looked like it hurt
And it did cause he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked, but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, I'm sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
How bout the guy, used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves, he was too hard core
May he rest in peace, we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It won't stop cause the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
Imagine everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for
Nothing anymore right
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
11.Ace's And 8's
Walked up in the bar and sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal, but it looked like it hurt
And it did cause he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked, but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, I'm sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
How bout the guy, used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves, he was too hard core
May he rest in peace, we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It won't stop cause the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
Imagine everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for
Nothing anymore right
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
12.Keep It Coming
I'll keep it, I'll keep it, I'll keep it, I'll keep it...
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
Ain't it great to be alive
Ain't it great to breathe
Ain't it great to have hit songs hidden up my sleeves
I ain't silly and my songs ain't cute
I don't fly like a bird I just shine for loot... uh!
You can believe I ain't close to done
You talk hits, you've never been close to one
You ain't supposed to run, you can tell them I said that
Quick from the get, you know my hearts where my heads at
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it, I'll keep it, I'll keep it...
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
Spent the last six months sittin' out in the cold
You know I cried for help but I got put on hold
We dropped Doublewide and you thought it would fold
It wasn't lookin' good, but now your uncle went Gold
Sold five hundred thou like PLOW
Pushed one million everybody went HOW？
Now I'm TWO PLUS...sittin' TWO PLUSH
I dare your punk ass to ask me WHAT？
I sold the farm and bought it right back
I was sittin' in the red but now I'm back in the black... uh!
I'm in tact went from broke to plastic
All my hoopties turned into classics
I've outlasted singin' Yes Yes Y'all
Got em' all kinda hopin' I'll return their calls
And just when you thought that there was nothin' to see
You heard me comin' around the corner hummin'... Follow Me
And here I am, I'm live and direct
I'm makin' everybody wonder what I'm gonna do next
I don't flex because that's not my style
I'll be singin' what I'm bringin' baby all the while and I...
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it, I'll keep it, I'll keep it...
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
I'll keep it comin' with the.. Oooh
13.Steak 'n' Shrimp
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Detroit city
From Aretha to Aaliyah
To Bob Segar to
Joe Louis n' his arena and now me
Paradime the mic of overachievers
Smokin 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 whack crews get hurt
We can take you for a ride (ride)
Or take you for your shirt (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 picking all your teeth up from the fuckin pavement
Is that Kracker with a C
No Kracker with a K
Kracker mother fucker 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 hangin out
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
My name is...
My name is...
I'm going platinum
Back up in the mother fuckin saddle
You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch
Your up shit's creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hicks and make hit's for flom
And that's what you call droppin bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six
And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shit
Motherfucker's wanna talk about shining
Here's four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds
I keep climbing, 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
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh
If Heaven ain't alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Kracker's the name double X in size
And I resid 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 the file
From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle
I got style, but it dosn'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 an 44's, scoops n' blow 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 alot like Detroit
I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't alot 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
14.What'chu Looking At
747 come 11 to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
(That's all I ever did in New York was die,
that's all I ever did in LA was die)
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave bye bye to Miss American Pie
Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it
Whatever happened to the feel good music？
Somewhere, somehow, some way somebody pulled the plug
And left me sittin' in a dirty little pub
CHORUS
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
Cuz that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that factor
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
(What'chu lookin' atwhat'chu lookin' atwhat'chu lookin' at
what'chu lookin' atwhat'chu lookin' at？)
You run around pullin' stunts like that
See never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it non fiction and take my hat off (off)
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine
It's all gone that's a thing of the past
The fact remains that it moves real fast
So why you sit around hopin' things won't change
I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way!
REPEAT CHORUS
You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemptionhuh
I've been oppressed for less than attention
I got your extension but I'll probably never call
Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm appaled by the things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and cant account for one
Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it
You want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that (feel that)
That's stick an move can you feel that (feel that)
I'm on the rack for the two triple zero
Full failure all American hero
REPEAT CHORUS
15.I Dont Know How (Not to Love you)
Uncle Kracker
72 ＆ Sunny
I Dont Know How (Not to Love you)
I can learn to live alone and move on with my life,
There's a million things that I can do to occupy my time.
I can wake each mornin, I can go about my day.
I can fumble through my words till i find a few to say.
but the hardest thing ive had to do since we've been apart,
is learnin how to deal with all this pain inside my heart
cuz i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
I can work all day, or i can hang out every night,
i can do the wrong things and pretend that they're alright.
I can make believe that everything is cool,
and put on the face that covers up the lies of a fool.
but I,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
I,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
YOU SAID THAT TIME WOULD EASE THE PAIN,
BUT I STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE WHISPER MY NAME!
SINCE YOUVE BEEN GONE MY WORLD STANDS STILL,
you said i'd forget, but i never will.
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
(music break)
I can write a song to make the whole world laugh and cry,
i can use some words to paint a vivid picture in your mind.
i can use my hands to wipe the dust off this guitar,
and let the music that im playin, take my mind off of my heart
But i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
YOU SAID THAT TIME WOULD EASE THE PAIN,
BUT I STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE WHISPER MY NAME!
SINCE YOUVE BEEN GONE MY WORLD STANDS STILL,
you said i'd forget, but i never will.
But i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
i,
dont know how,
dont know how,
dont know how,
not to love you.
16.name
UNCLE CRACKER
Miscellaneous
name
when i heard there was a knew kid in town
i turned my frown upsidedown
i wan't to no what she is like
hey hey hey ya
chours
theres a new kid in town
she makes lots of sounds
i dont know her name
is she playing a game
yesturday she asked me to play
i said fine
you just blow my mind
chours
chours
ohh ohh nooooo
17.Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock)
Lyricist：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
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
18.Aces and 8's
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Martin Gross, Matthew Shafer
Walked up in the bar, sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin' pool and he thought he was good
'Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink 'em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal, but it looked like it hurt
And it did 'cause he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked, but what's worse than that
Is just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, â½I'm sorry 'bout your luckâ
When he walked out the door, he got hit by a truck
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's
How 'bout the guy, used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves, he was too hardcore
May he rest in peace, we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin' to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now, she's underneath the desk, tryin' to move to the top
It won't stop 'cause the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's
You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat, come the end of the world？
Imagine, everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for, nothing anymore, right？
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's, that's a dead man's hand
Aces and 8's, aces and 8's
Aces and 8's
19.When The Sun Goes Down
Lyricist：Brett James
Sun tanned toes ticklin' the sand
Cold drink chillin' in my right hand
Watchin' you sleep in the evenin' light
Restin' up for a long, long night
'Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
(Yeah)
All day long just takin' it easy
Layin' in a hammock where it's nice and breezy
And sleepin' off the night before
'Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be back for more
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothin' to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it's time to play
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
(Yeah)
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun goes down over the water
She thinks Kracker's sexy when the sun goes down
We'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kenny's hotter when the sun goes down
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
(Ah)
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
20.To Think I Used To Love You (DJ Homicide Remix)
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Matt Shafer
You made me laugh some
You made me cry some too
You sent me off into a world of pain
And made me someone new
You made all kinds of promises
But only some came true
Now I know you need me
More than I need you
To think I used to love you
For reasons I don't know
You polished up my halo
And I dirtied up your soul
I sure had a good time
But we both know I can't stay
To think I used to love you
But I'm leaving anyway
You know I'm not perfect
And I tried to make you see
Somehow you thought of everything
But you didn't think about me
Lies and disappointment
Makes your world go around
It's to late save me
So you might as well come down
To think I used to love you
For reasons I don't know
You polished up my halo
And I dirtied up your soul
I sure had a good time
But we both know I can't stay
To think I used to love you
But I'm leaving anyway
To think I used to love you
For reasons I don't know
You polished up my halo
And I dirtied up your soul
I sure had a good time
But we both know I can't stay
To think I used to love you
But I'm leaving anyway
To think I used to love you
But I'm leaving anyway
21.Heaven (Featuring Kid Rock ＆ Paradime)
Lyricist：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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Detroit City from Aretha to Aaliyah
To Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena, now me
Paradime' the mic of overachievers
Smokin' sewer caps bottom feeders parkin' meters
A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew 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
You can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans
Fat backs, 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
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 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
My name is, my name is, I'm going platinum
Back up in the mother fuckin' saddle
You wanna battle Kid rock bitch
Your up shits, creek without a paddle
I'm no tattle because I do not snitch
I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hicks make hit's for flom
N' that's what you call droppin' bombs
Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six
From a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lip shit
Motherfucker's 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
N' 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
Kracker's the name, double X in size
N' 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 the 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 n' cats that scrap
Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps
Cats that get drunk like to spark up skull cats
They keep sawed off chillin' up in the trunks
Whores an 44's, scoops n' blow n' 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 the same to me
It would be about the same to me
22.Aces ＆ Eights
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Martin Gross, Matthew Shafer
Walked up in the bar, sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin' pool and he thought he was good
'Cuz he bet me five times he could sink 'em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did 'cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, 'I'm sorry 'bout your luck'
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs？
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves, he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin' to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin' to move to the top
It won't stop 'cuz the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat, come the end of the world？
Imagine everything you ever worked for, strive for
Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for？ Nothing anymore, right？
How could you live your life uptight？
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel？
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead man's hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
23.In A Little While (radio)
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Matthew Shafer
Here's to the good life or so they say
All those parties and games that all those people play
They tell me this is the place to be
All these beautiful people and nothin' to see
Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don't belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I've lost what I found, it'll all turn around
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you
In a little while I'll still be here without you
You never gave me a reason to doubt you
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you baby
I'll be thinkin' about you baby
On the other side of a coin there's a face
There's a memory somewhere that I can't erase
And there's a place that I find someday
But sometimes I feel like it's slippin' away
Sometimes, I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don't belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I've lost what I found, it'll all turn around
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you
In a little while I'll still be here without you
You never gave me a reason to doubt you
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you baby
I'll be thinkin' about you baby
Some things are lost some left behind
Some things are better left for someone else to find
Maybe in time I can finally see
I just wonder, wonder if you think about me
Sometimes, I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don't belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I've lost what I found, it'll all turn around
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you
In a little while I'll still be here without you
You never gave me a reason to doubt you
In a little while I'll be thinkin' about you baby
I'll be thinkin' about you baby
24.Drift Away (feat. Dobie Gray)
Lyricist：Mentor Williams
Day after day I'm more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
And I'm feelin' the strain, oh, ain't it a shame？
Oh, give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Won't you take me away？
Beginnin' to think that I'm wastin' time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you, you can carry me through
Oh, give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Won't you take me away？
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
When I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know that I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along, oh, you're makin' me strong
Oh, give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Give me the beat, boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away
Won't you take me, won't you take me？
I wanna drift away, won't you take me away？
I wanna drift away, I wanna drift away
Take me home, let me drift away
Won't you take me away？
25.Break U Off
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Matthew Shafer
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I ain't looking for love, but I got plenty to give
You come around with a frown and you leave with a fat lip
I ain't shakin' but you can bet the heat's back
So keep that, keep that, believe that
No rights underneath my wrongs
I spend a lot of time where I don't belong
There to watch you fall, ain't a lot to ask
All I need is a match and a gallon of gas and I'm
I'll take you higher, baby
I'll take you higher, baby
I'm gonna set your lonely world
On fire, baby
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Break you off, break you off
Break you off, break you off
Break you off
I only got one nerve but I'm gonna give you half
And you can feel my pain before you feel my wrath
All my anger, all my woes
I hope you got some time because it's gonna go, slow
No joke, I'm the reason you breathe
I'm the first one in and I'm the last to leave
You're gonna see me, you're gonna need me
You're gonna burn, burn, burn believe me
I'll take you higher, baby
I'll take you higher, baby
I'm gonna set your lonely world on fire, baby
I'll take you higher, baby
I'll take you higher, baby
I'm gonna set your lonely world on fire, baby
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
I've come to break u off
Break you off, break you off
Break you off, break you off
Break you off
I dunno why you've come down here
But I've come to break u off
I dunno why you've come down here
But I've come to break u off
I dunno why you've come down here
But I've come to break u off
I dunno why you've come down here
But I've come to break u off
I dunno why you've come down here
But I've come to break u off
Whatcha come down here for？
26.After School Special
You know they call off your signature
You pay extra for that
It started out in 84 for me
Had them beat street blues and no crews to compete
'Cause you were too fuckin' dumb, nobody gave a fuck
Poppin' and lockin' and we couldn't be touched
I grew up in dem days when graffiti was the ways
The close-minded people thought rap was the phase
'Cause it was a phase, maybe a fad for some
But for the few who knew it was true and we was one
Dumb was the lingo and def was phat
If you were dope you were fresh, if you wasn't you was whack
In fact it was crews like Run that had style
Shit like that made it all worth while
And I ain't even one to ponder
Be it known as I've grown I've be comproned to wander
And ramble like gamble, you lost your ass
You went from Jersey to Vegas and back to Cass
Outta cash and then you was fuckin' wasted
Broke as fuck you were livin' in your mom and pops basement
Yeah, I was faceless, poor and unknown
All that runnin' just to crawl back home
You dumb fuck, what the fuck were you thinkin'？
Suicide doors on a '67 Lincoln
I had big dreams of runnin' on big screens
Topless swim teams all up in the limousines
Magazines with my face on the cover
I was trying to get rich quick like my older brother
I was the other, the younger of two
The quiet little kid and my friends were few
Well of course they were few 'cause you had no dough
Them rats run fast when the cheese don't show
You know a little money lets you place your bet
Makes a good girl wet, makes a friend forget
They like it when you spend a little
They love it when you spend a lot
They love me for me, just me, I think not
How could you be so goddamn dumb？
You need to take your punk ass back to where it came from
I ain't that dumb but this ain't Mary Poppins
How many times must I give you your options？
Happy, humble, famous or rich
You only get two and only you can pick
Well, I pick going back to my old school
Grabbin' that teacher that made me a fool
Beat his fuckin' ass with a baseball bat till there ain't
nothing left
What ch'you think about that？
You mean the football coach that had no life
The five day beard and a ugly ass wife
Yeah, I'd like that but what would it prove
Half them teachers never had one clue
They punked me out because they flunked life's test
Them broke mother fuckers couldn't spell success
There's character flaws up in front of the class
Make a kid sweat bullets for a bathroom pass
They used to tell me I'd amount to shit
But now I got accounts that tell me I'm rich
It sounds sick all the money I make
I get it all having learned from your dumb mistakes
Well, it's about fuckin' time, you came to your senses
I thought I was going to have to dig through the trenches
Yeah, I'm relentless, it's for our own good
Are you listening？ Yeah, motherfucker, you should
I think I've been good with the rules they gave me
I just bent them a little with the tools they gave me
They can't save me, I saved myself
How does one dumb kid build a mountain of wealth？
How does it feel when you can't say no
When you want something so bad you can't let go？
How do you know when enough is enough
When you're the last motherfucker that can still stand up？
I'm not a slug but you'd put one in the head
Put a fucker on his back and leave him for dead, uhh
How 'bout a knife, could you stick one in his side
Give it a couple fuckin' turns and let him die？
Could you hide from a crew？ Could you lie through a crew？
Could you knock it all back with a couple of brews？
And could you be a man and carry his casket？
Would you sit like a bitch while you're gettin' your ass kicked？
How 'bout molasses, are you that slow？
You give a frogs fat ass if you win place or show
I keep on keepin' on that's true
And when it's done I can say I gave a fuck, can you？
27.My Hometown
Sweet southern smell of summer in Savannah
Tailgate drop Tuscaloosa, Alabama
That's my hometown
Yeah that's my hometown
New York City, subway on the run
San Diego surfers, soaking in the sun
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
We got blue collar people
Little pink houses
White church steeples
Wishes in a fountain
If you know every name on your street
And you know them then you know me
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
Trash can fire, north Detroit
Seventh inning stretch Chicago, Illinois
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
Down in Nashville
Out in Hot Springs
See idle settin' tone
Doin' nothing
We got blue collar people
Little pink houses
White church steeples
Wishes in a fountain
If you know every name on your street
And you know them then you know me
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
Yeah that's my hometown
America's my hometown
Stars shinin' down on Memphis at night
Reminds me of those lost Vegas lights
Big Sky Montana to New Orleans
And every one light city that sits in between
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
Yeah that's my hometown
America's my hometown
We got blue collar people
Little pink houses
White church steeples
Wishes in a fountain
If you know every name on your street
And you know them then you know me
That's my hometown
America's my hometown
Yeah that's my hometown
America's my hometown
28.Follow Me
Lyricist：Michael Bradford, Matthew Shafer
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a piss in the sea
I'm singin'
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm not worried bout the ring you wear
'Cause as long as no one knows than nobody can care
You're feelin' guilty and I'm well aware
But you don't look ashamed and baby I'm not scared
I'm singin'
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
Your better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be all right if you don't ask me stay
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a piss in the sea
I'm singin'
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
29.Intro
Lyricist：Wesley Gandy, R.j. Ritchie
{Guess this is where I get off
Yep
Remember everything I told you？
Yep
Got your song book？
Yep
Got them beats I gave you？
Yep
Money？
Yep
Cell phone？
Amm hmm}
{What's wrong？
What if I don't make it？
That's impossible
But what If？
Fuck what and tell if to suck my dick
Ha
I taught you too well for that
Besides the money's already made
And the foundation's already been laid
Now, remember the most important thing I taught you
When it gets crazy out there
With the money, and the girls, and the fame
What's that？
Make sure you pinch it at the top before you roll it down
Got it
Now get out of here}
30.Drift Away
Lyricist：Mentor Williams
Day after day I'm more confused
Then I look for the light through the pourin' rain
You know, that's a game, that I hate to lose
I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a shame
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Won't you take me away
Beginin' to think, that I'm wastin' time
And I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you, you can carry me through
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Won't you take me away
And when my mind is free
You know your melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitars come through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy you've given me
I want you to know that I believe in your song
And rhythm, and rhyme, and harmony
You helped me along, you're makin' me strong
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Won't you take me away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Won't you take me away
31.Steaks 'N Shrimp
Lyricist：R J Ritchie, Matthew Shafer
Clap your hands to the beat
(To the beat)
Oh just clap your hands to the beat
(To the beat)
Come on, clap your hands to the beat
(To the beat)
I say, clap your hands to the beat
(To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you don't stop
Uh huh 'n' you don't stop
Uh huh 'n' you don't stop
Uh huh 'n' you don't stop
We in this great lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n' shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
(Got limps)
We come equipped with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
No flexin', huh, know what I mean？
You can feel us cool, we don't need to be seen
(Seen)
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin'
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wastin' time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
(Rhymes)
It's all good times, thank the Lord
For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud
We tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Hide your money and your gold
And don't express your thoughts
Uhh
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin' stops on crews
They get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles stem from pioneers
Leavin' suckers in awe
You get jawed for lookin' queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin' to the wall？
(Wee)
That's top dog callin' out each and every one of y'all
You get balls, you come and talk that shit
But top dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ smokin' Cognac dips
Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
(Wee)
And I'm a mean motherfucker when I have to be
Thank young Gs' with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold
I told you ho's you can't fuck with these
'Cause I make more papers then trees
(Trees)
{See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin' with top dog
Your fuckin' with family
(Family)}
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear
Any time you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinkin'
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'？
You can check me, but that shit don't slide
You can get your life, took tryin' to take my pride
You ride with who, man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money, Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin'
Your nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you
(You)
I'm all about the everyday nothin' at all
See I'm not doin' very much, I'm just havin' a ball
I'm in bed by four
(Four)
I'm up by noon
(Noon)
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a fourty or pour me some Scotch
The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
I dissed everybody and their Mom for spite
'Cause everybody's barkin', but nobody ever bites
Your talkin' loud, sayin' nothin'
Get you Dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy 'cause he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass clickin' and get the fuck out
(Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, deranged
I got domains like states
I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
I do big plates eight times a day
The crew be livin' large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
Could handle anythin', but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides
Somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday that passes
Ain't a masochistic, rock statistic
Vocabulary, I'm a very shy simplistic
And get this, some people say I changed
I'm the same motherfucker with the same old name
A little extra game and extra cash, see
You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons
(Wee)
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, that's ash
Hear what I say
'I'm all about today and I'm gonna die that way'
Bitch
32.What Chu Lookin At？
Lyricist：Robert Ritchie, Matthew Shafer
747 Come 11 to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
(That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in LA was die)
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave bye bye to Miss American Pie
'Cause you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it
Whatever happened to the feel good music？
Somewhere, somehow, some way somebody pulled the plug
And left me sittin' in a dirty little pub
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
'Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that factor
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
(What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？
What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？)
You run around pullin' stunts like that
See never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it non fiction and take my hat off (off)
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine
It's all gone that's a thing of the past
The fact remains that it moves real fast
So why you sit around hopin' things won't change
I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
'Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that factor
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
(What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？
What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？)
You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption？huh
I've been oppressed for less than attention
I got your extension but I'll probably never call
'Cause this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal
ball
And I'm appaled by the things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and cant account for one
Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it
You want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that (feel that)
That's stick an move can you feel that (feel that)
I'm on the rack number two triple zero
Full failure all American hero
I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me
And I know that makes you mad
'Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
Oh I know you hate that factor
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
(What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？
What'chu lookin' at？what'chu lookin' at？)
I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me
I know that makes you mad
'Cause that's something you can't see
I got everything I ever wanted
And I'll never give that back
I know you hate that fact
But you ain't gotta look at me like that
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
What'chu lookin at
33.Who's Your Uncle？
Lyricist：Frederick Beauregard, R.j. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer
Who brings it to you？ Who？
I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mil in the bank and I ain't even done
I got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks
I got it all from raps and that's the platinum fact
All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet
Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets
Five star meals, Caribbean vacations
Everything's plush deluxe accommodations
Nationwide, the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high, there ain't gonna be no guessin'
And I'm the illest mother fucker on the block no question
I ain't destined, I don't fuck with fate
Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates
You see I've already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you？
Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
I shot dice with the Devil on many occasions
Drank shots with God in an old gas station
A couple accountants, that count my statements
Crib's all paid for, no car payments
Rocked in basements for gas and beer
And now I get all that and big loot to appear
I couldn't steer so I got me a chauffer
Hired a chef 'cause I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
'Cause I couldn't choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don't worry about clothes 'cause thier custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin OP's, drinkin three, two beer
I've already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you？
Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you？ Who？
Who's your uncle？
34.What You Looking At？
Uncle Kracker F／ Kid Rock
I gotta tell ya baby, lifes been good to me
and I know that makes you mad cause thats something you can't
see
I got everything I ever wanted and I'll never give that back
oh I know you hate that fact but you ain't gotta look at me like
that
I say you ain't gotta look at me like that
What you looking at？
What you looking at？
What you looking at？
What you looking at？
You run around pulling stunts like that
see never in my life could I front like that
I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that
I'm a keep it non fiction and take my hat...off
remeber that when things look grim
I spent a lot of money and time on whims
I remeber the chrome
remember the good times
remember the ornge
and I remember the sunshine
it's all gone that's a thing of the past
the fact remains that it moves real fast
so while you sit around hoping things won't change
I'll be sitting pretty saying 'hey Rocky wait!'
I gotta tell ya baby, lifes been good to me
and I know that makes you mad cause thats something you can't
see
I got everything I ever wanted and I'll never give that back
oh I know you hate that fact but you ain't gotta look at me like
that
I say you ain't gotta look at me like that
You'll hear me coming hummis arms of redemption
I've been in blast for last in detention
I got your extension but I'll propably never call
cause this time last your you ain't see me in your crystal ball
and I'm appaled by the things you've done
left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
now you're odne and I'm glad
but it's a shame you waist it
you want this so bad you can taste it
Detroit love can you feel that？
stick and move can you feel that？
I'm on the rack for the 2 triple O
full failure American hero
I gotta tell ya baby, lifes been good to me
and I know that makes you mad cause thats something you can't
see
I got everything I ever wanted and I'll never give that back
oh I know you hate that fact but you ain't gotta look at me like
that
I say you ain't gotta look at me like that
I gotta tell ya baby, lifes been good to me
and I know that makes you mad cause thats something you can't
see
I got everything I ever wanted and I'll never give that back
oh I know you hate that fact but you ain't gotta look at me like
that
I say you ain't gotta look at me like that
35.Intro (Double Wide)
Uncle Kracker F／ Kid Rock
Kid Rock - What's wrong
Kracker - What if I don't make it
Kid Rock - That's impossible
Kracker - But what if
Kid Rock - Fuck what and tell if to suck my dick
Kracker - Alright
Kid Rock - I taught you to well for that
Kid Rock - Besides the money's already made and the foundation
has already been laid
Kid Rock - Now, remember the most important thing I taught ya
Kid Rock - When it gets crazy out there with the money and the
girls and the fame
Kracker - What's that
Kid Rock - Make sure you pinch it at the top before you roll it
down
Kracker - Got it
Kid Rock - Now get out of here
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