Hollywood Babylon lyrics

Song information

Artist: Crazy Town
Album: Gift Of Game

Lyrics

(Seth binzer, bret mazur, mad lion)

If you got an itch to catch some havoc there's mayhem in the plastic
City of la la I mean the land of holy zsa sza
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep
Those with dreadlocks to jocks with reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la cafe, bambatta flashy fashion
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition
There on a mission for self, baby
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep we got the beats that are hot were like clinique
Foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance you catch it then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up you've done it now and woken up
The giant scientist of hits that make you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So if you catching a fit
I really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double

Chorus:
It goes on and on and on hell rasing hollywood welcome to babylon
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone
I've seen it all, I'll see it again I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends
It goes on, and on and on hell raising hollywood welcome to babylon

Live from the city of lights sunny days and late nights
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights
I drop. makes the bells rock I'm mr. shifty shellshock
Call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost taking the money and the power
Cxt, we hold our own all eyes on us, crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust
I grab the mike with a firm hold in a world of shattered goals, pot holes, broke fokes and bank roll
Pole position
Daddy rolling, rolling causing havoc so, ready set
I'm more than set like morissette to maverick
Gotta, she's got to have it, habbit sick, I leave them stuck
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck

Chorus

I'm screaming out the call of the wild I'm speaking in tongues
I am the child of the sun the power of one
I beat the drums of the crazy town click
It's the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shorty illuminati front dead bodes in my trunk
Unraveling the source
I travel in to self
Gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth
The consequences linger and I'm fingering the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fadder
It's the seventh house
Armageddon trudger ready for death it's the brimstone slugger

Chorus

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Gift Of Game" album track list