Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollywood Babylon, artist - Crazy Town. Date of issue: 06.12.2000
Song language: English
Hollywood Babylon |
| 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 Zsa |
| The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks |
| Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks |
| To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks |
| A la caf', Bambatta flashy fashion |
| Imagine crashing bashes with bitches |
| That be bad and wishing for the fame |
| And recognition |
| They’re on a mission for self, baby |
| We’re like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep |
| We got the beats that are hot |
| We’re 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’re catching a fit |
| I don’t really know but you better scram |
| Hurry in a double |
| It goes on |
| On and on and on |
| Hell raising Hollywood |
| Welcome to Babylon |
| On and on and on and on |
| The party don’t stop 'til the |
| Mystery’s gone |
| I’ve seen it all, I’ll see it again |
| I shake a lot of hands |
| But I don’t got a lot of friends |
| It goes on. |
| 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 mic with a firm hold |
| In a world of shattered goals |
| Pot holes, broke folks and |
| Bank roll |
| Pole position |
| Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc |
| So, ready set |
| I’m more than set |
| Like Morissette, to Maverick |
| Got a, she’s got to have it, habit |
| 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 shotty |
| Illuminatti front |
| Dead bodies in my trunk |
| Unraveling the source |
| I travel into self |
| You gauge my wage |
| And then you try to debate my wealth |
| The consequences linger |
| And I’m fingering the perpetrators |
| Hey yo, my nature was bred |
| On the cross fader |
| It’s the 7th house |
| Armageddon trudger |
| Ready for death |
| It’s the brimstone slugger |