Videoclip John Cena Make It Loud

 
[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 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 shit 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 fuckin cover's paid 
Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid 
This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit 
It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit 
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 shit 
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 shit 
If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks 
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 shit 
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 motherfucker worn 
Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn 
 
[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] 
 
[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] 
 
 [Thanks to nicholashart@adelphia.net for correcting these lyrics] 
 
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