Texty: CrazyTown. Gift Of Game. 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 dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok
Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe
Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
Bashes with bitches that be bad and
Wishin' for the fame and recognition
They on a mission for tough, baby
We like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
We like clinique foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hittin', choking up
You've done it now woken up
Giant scientist of hits that makes you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So, if you catching a fit, talkin' that shit
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
B-b-bring it on, bring it on
To each other, to each other
Babylon, Babylon
It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien
We have a party I'm a in a
Whole word wide style
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, Mr. Shifty Shell shock
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
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
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
The political system, system
What they love will make us the victim, victim
Open up your ears and listen, listen
We living in this condition
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
Unravelin' the source
I travel into self, you gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth
The consequences lingerin' and fingerin' 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
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
We gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
Whether we gonna touch or we gonna beyond
I gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
And never know who will get gonna stop
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, plenty your money is gone
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 dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok
Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe
Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
Bashes with bitches that be bad and
Wishin' for the fame and recognition
They on a mission for tough, baby
We like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
We like clinique foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hittin', choking up
You've done it now woken up
Giant scientist of hits that makes you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So, if you catching a fit, talkin' that shit
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
B-b-bring it on, bring it on
To each other, to each other
Babylon, Babylon
It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien
We have a party I'm a in a
Whole word wide style
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, Mr. Shifty Shell shock
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
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
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
The political system, system
What they love will make us the victim, victim
Open up your ears and listen, listen
We living in this condition
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
Unravelin' the source
I travel into self, you gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth
The consequences lingerin' and fingerin' 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
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, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
We gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
Whether we gonna touch or we gonna beyond
I gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
And never know who will get gonna stop
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, plenty your money is gone