OutKast, Sleepy Brown, Killer Mike - Land of a Million Drums lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[OutKast, Sleepy Brown, Killer Mike - Land of a Million Drums lyrics]
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit
Rings around you like Saturn
Intergalatic tracks I make
'em like magstrulium
This one for scooby, pass the
Doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen
What I'm tryin to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy
Not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with
My lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and
Slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on
Him before he could pass one blow
Scooby doo, scooby doo, scooby damn doo
Scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo)
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
Woke up from a long night
Of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who, who?" i don't have a clue
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package
Right through the mail
In the meantime, I'ma call Velma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin' through the flash trying to
Get our stash back
Rounding up suspects, collectin' clues
I got a question
Where the hell is Scooby Doo
When you need him?
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
Break it down, break it down baby 'til the
Flow jumps off the ground
Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder
Til the walls come tumblin down
Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two
Times but you know I know
Ooo, break it down
Break it down baby 'cuz I
Want y'all all to know we rock the world
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
I coulda got away with it
If it wasn't for ya meddlin kids
(oh oh, oh no)
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit
Rings around you like Saturn
Intergalatic tracks I make
'em like magstrulium
This one for scooby, pass the
Doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen
What I'm tryin to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy
Not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with
My lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and
Slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on
Him before he could pass one blow
Scooby doo, scooby doo, scooby damn doo
Scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo)
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
Woke up from a long night
Of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who, who?" i don't have a clue
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package
Right through the mail
In the meantime, I'ma call Velma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin' through the flash trying to
Get our stash back
Rounding up suspects, collectin' clues
I got a question
Where the hell is Scooby Doo
When you need him?
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
Break it down, break it down baby 'til the
Flow jumps off the ground
Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder
Til the walls come tumblin down
Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two
Times but you know I know
Ooo, break it down
Break it down baby 'cuz I
Want y'all all to know we rock the world
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on
On if you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take
Your dead home, home, home, home
I coulda got away with it
If it wasn't for ya meddlin kids
(oh oh, oh no)