Testi:
The Doors Land Ho

land ho, aey land ho If I get back home and I feel all right You know baby gonna love you tonight Love tonight, love tonight Aey land ho, aey land ho

set men free I've got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead Land Ho

puren Geschmack Ich wreck' euch Huren zum Takt des Nordwesten Du willst stressen? Geh' in 'ne Talkshow Du wirst mit Mordsflows gedogt Ho bist sorglos

killas, try to feel us Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland We steadily creepin' on ya And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep Ho

time Set it off.. [VERSE 1:] To all the critics that had me counted out To all the cynics I fought & Thought they had me figured out Who opened doors

T Check it out (geah) [EIHT] Who got the game on lock clown? It's Comp-Town, five stakes by the pound Steppin' the ho' down (heyy!) My pronounce spoke

on the scene With green, strapped with a killin' machine Triple beam scheme dreams are made up Niggas came up, they get brought up Who's the man, the land of the land

was mackin We climbed but you grabbed too DJ play the slow jams Sippin Don Never bro-ham Oh damn, smokin beeds Smokin beeds in my lex-land Pass the beeds

this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land