John Cena ft. Trademarc Make it Loud Lyrics
            [John Cena at a live show]
            It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
            So let me hear some noise from the crowd
        
            That's noise!
        
            Chorus 2X: John Cena
            It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
            Get the point yo you gotat make it loud
            Everybody in the club make it loud
            So let me hear some noise from the crowd
        
            [John Cena]
            Yeah, yeah
            We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now
            Yo... we got some s___ in store now
            So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
            Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough
            We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
            Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight
            Never stoppin, all I see is the money like
            the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night
            If you got in free, or your f___in cover's paid
            Bounce to this m_________er like you was some Rubbermaid
            This ain't that Cristal sippin type s___
            It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type s___
            So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor
            Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
            East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.
            Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Tha Trademarc]
            I tear up any track, front to back
            Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats
            makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft s___
            like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that
            It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
            Anything but that, step back lady
            Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
            We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
            I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that
            I see through haters games, don't mistake that
            I still got love if you buyin our s___
            If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our d___s
            Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka
            It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
            All y'all raise your glass to this s___
            Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [John Cena]
            We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
            Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack
            Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back
            Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
            Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby
            Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby
            Yo we tear up any crew, leave a m_________er worn
            Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax p___
        
            [Tha Trademarc]
            I move a crowd like a bomb scare
            Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
            Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there
            We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher
            Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track
            And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
            Man please, we want platinum plaques
            I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks
        
            [Chorus]
        
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