CRAZY TOWN - Hollywood Babylon lyrics

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<b>Hollywood Babylon</b> by <i>Crazy Town</i><br />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.


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.


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


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