Текст песни John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Make it Loud
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[John Cena at a live show]It`s the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD {*crowd cheers*}SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD {*more cheering*}[Tazz] That`s noise![Chorus 2X: John Cena]It`s the joint baby, gotta make it loudGet the point yo you gotat make it loudEverybody in the club make it loudSO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD[John Cena]Yeah, yeahWe came to kick the door down, it`s time to hit the floor nowYo... we got some shit in store nowSo; clap your hands while we let the sax blowNot quite crispy green, but we came to stack doughWe ain`t maxed yo, we just try and get this money rightBills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tightNever stoppin, all I see is the money likethe kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday nightIf you got in free, or your fuckin cover`s paidBounce to this motherfucker like you was some RubbermaidThis ain`t that Cristal sippin type shitIt`s that bottle breakin, startin riot type shitSo jump up and down `til ya break the floorYo we keep it underground like a basement tourEast 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 backLike Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old catsmakin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shitlike whispers and gloves, I`m not hearin thatIt`s all love maybe if you wanna rub babyAnything but that, step back ladyTrademarc, John Cena, clubbin it upWe got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it upI`m all about laid back, don`t jock, I hate thatI see through haters games, don`t mistake thatI still got love if you buyin our shitIf you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicksEverybody hear the name, Marc PredkaIt`s gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left yaAll y`all raise your glass to this shitCause Trademarc`s the head of the class of misfits[Chorus][John Cena]We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number backChop down competition like I was a lumberjackClear out the club floor, we keep `em comin backTough to bring down like an overweight runningbackYeah - and we blaze `em babyTrademarc, John Cena, we amazin babyYo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker wornY`all are just soft like some Cinemax porn[Tha Trademarc]I move a crowd like a bomb scareGrab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fearSome say Trademarc, he ain`t all thereWe old school like when Sonny, was on CherTake it back like a Richard Pyror 8-trackAnd grab a chunk of your change like a state taxMan please, we want platinum plaquesI want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks[Chorus][scratching Trademarc to fade]"Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up""That`s that shit!"{*crowd chanting "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" at the end*}