"I'm Coming Home" lyrics

"I'm Coming Home"

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!

[Violent J:]
Hey, I'm coming home, home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
Home to my '72 Volaré, praying it will last
Past all the rich bitches trying to play me out
Doggin' on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin' ducats, never hangin' with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crackheads at the party store, bitch
Give me coney dog, with a little smog
Nothin' tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love, and the love is all good
So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks
'Cause all I wanna do is hang with the zombies in the zone
Break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand
(Won't you be there?)

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Bitch, I'm coming home, and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every single thing that you never wanna see
Add it all together, and you've got me
Ah, nobody gives a fuck about your punk-ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
A quarter-past midnight, and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin' kickball with somebody's head
We go skinny dippin' in the barrels of toxic waste
After that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the ho's rich
Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home

[Violent J:]
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't- Don't-
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)
(Won't you be there? Won't you be there?)

[Violent J (Shaggy 2 Dope):]
Now I'm coming home, chicken chicken bone
Sugarplum bushes and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin' hi to one another
Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
Watering the grass, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard all your life, and now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're just another wack bitch, heh
(Call it a slum, that's where I'm from)
(Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become)
(Spare a little change 'cause I just ran out of gas)
(Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin' ass)
Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
The ghetto got each other, and that's all we really need
(So what the fuck I'm doing down here? I got a land of my own)
Eh yo, dog, fuck it, heh, we going home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home, but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft books


Thanks to josh, spongemom for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce, Hot Chocolate
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