John Cena and the Trademarc This is How we Roll Lyrics
            Chorus: repeat 2X]
            Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money's pilin..
            Low, this is how we roll
        
            [John Cena]
            Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back
            The game weak, I'ma pick up slack
            Hands high like a stick-up jack, f___ your boring rap
            This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp
            I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose
            Y'all are f___in clowns, you belong in a circus
            This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home
            Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb
            And I'm a savage in the booth
            I'm on some movement s___, about to rally up the youth
            Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs
            You better quit rappin 'fore I start makin layoffs
            f___ a day off, I'm movin heavy for the payoff
            You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off
            Hate on this? I don't care what you said
            Y'all can choke on a s___ sandwich with no bread
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Tha Trademarc]
            I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny
            You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you f___in gully
            I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look b____
            You love me, that's why you got your style from me
            Most sayin Marc Predka's overconfident
            It's only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent
            The dominant factor is the money I'm after
            Your opinion ain't mean s___ buddy - I ain't ask ya
            It's gon' be what it's gon' be
            It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay
            Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play
            I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne
            Cause alls I got, is my voice and word
            Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don
            It's on baby pah yeah word is bond
            Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now?
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [John Cena]
            Yeah, yeah... yeah
            I got that velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this
            So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous
            A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you
            I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ
            Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through
            In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue
            I don't think there's a player nice
            Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister
            Foot to the floor and you ain't you keep the pace
            Throw me a w____ and call me Kobe cause you know that I'ma beat the case
            I buy some land, and never even see the place
            Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste
            Throw away money like I hate on loot
            Copped your CD it sounds great on mute
            Words turn 'em to dust makin MC's disintergrate
            My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?
        
            [Chorus]
        
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