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Gift Of Game


Artist: Crazytown
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 4
Year:

Hollywood Babylon Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

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 

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