Celetia Martin - Comin' Home lyrics

Tonight So nice, so nice Always so, so nice Coming home to you [Chorus: Celetia Martin] 'Cause it's been three years too long Coming back to where I belong You hold me down like no one before Now finally, I'm coming home This time it's for good There ain't no place like my hood Wouldn't change it if I could Coming home, coming home to you [Verse 1: Planet Asia] Back to the same place I used to be a hood n***a for real True fi sell You can catch me at the fish spot around 12 o'clock Or at the barbershop Probably in there smoking pot Summertime, chickens out, and you know they're getting hot Baby mamas getting head, baby daddys getting shot Yeah, I know, that's a lot, that's I should be turning up 113 degrees, everybody burning up Slip and slide, hood sh**, waterholes, hefty bags Icey house, candy house, now later's purple sacks Summer league, goof games Hoods start showing out My city's the city you clowns need to know about F.C., home of the three strikes Most slept on, n***as hating on weak type And we fight for the right to hustle From the box to the streets Ain't a town that can touch us F.C [Chorus] [Verse 2: Planet Asia] I've been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam At every convention Rolling woods and swishes Taking hella' b**hes Running in dudes' misses From Germany to Britain Flew with the j**els glistening A few screws missing Because my environment had me conditioned 'Til I started travelling Now when I'm in the hood, all the old Gs listen To the stories I be pitching Because they knew me when my life was different I'm a hip hop dude for real Because I ain't ever have to use the steal I choose to build, break bread and bleed the block Get dough, and look for good weed to cop Proceed with gwop Hold up, breathe to stop Yeah, soak it all in because it means a lot When you're running around, spending money having fun But even then Fresno's number one [Chorus] [Verse 2: Planet Asia] FC, Fresno City Cats quick to let you have it, there's no pity But on the right side, let me set the record straight Yeah, I get dough, but my baby mamma's on Section 8 Which means I can get cream and stack I'm like Goldie in the town That's if you've seen the mack There's no place like my hood There's no place like home There's no place like the block I sold rocks in Rome Until I D-I-E I'm repping F.C And I'm a do my thing, n***a That's On Me I'm going back to the streets where we used to meet Share the same 40, man, and flip OZs But this time, man, the zip's on me Whatever you drink, whatever you sip's on me It's the G-O-D and I don't care *Where you from, fool?* Fresno, yeah! [Outro] Master, master! Master, there's some trouble. Someone's arguing at the restaurant, so I went down to see myself. It's really looking ugly. The guy's mean. He said his name was Slasher Pete!