Karaoké Land of a Million Drums OutKast & Killer Mike & Sleepy Brown

In the land of a million drums there is always something

Going on, on, ha ha ha on, on

If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take

Your dead home, home ha ha ha ha, 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 we run

Only you clean over

I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober for the rated G exposure

If you listen to what I'm tryin' to told ya

We fathers with seeds of our own 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 doo, huh

Scooby dooby doo

In the land of a million drums there is always something

Going on, on, ha ha ha on, on

If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take

Your dead home, home ha ha ha ha, 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 tryin' 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 ha ha ha, on, on

If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take

Your dead home, home ha ha ha ha home, home

Break it down, break it down baby 'till the flow jumps off the ground

Oooh break it down lookin' over yonder 'till the walls come tumblin' down

Oooh, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know

Oooh, 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, ha ha ha on, on

If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take

Your dead home, home ha ha ha ha, home, home

I woulda get away with it if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids

Oh no

Oh no

I woulda get away with it if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids

Oh no

Oh no

I woulda get away with it if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids

Oh no

Oh no

I woulda get away with it if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids

Oh no

Oh no

I woulda get away with it if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids

Oh no

Oh no