Lirik Lagu Don't Fuck With Us - John Cena
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[John Cena]We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocksWe spittin heat on your blockWe new to the game, but runnin the spotNumbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck breakThis rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmateOpen your mind without makin ya meditateWe real champs; y'all just featherweightTime to get it straight, I push your wig backCrew loaded up with extra bread like a Big MacBeefin with us? We're leavin you face downStompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-TownRunnin the playground like it was a track meetShoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feetWe into big things, bank account's overgrownAll types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provoloneGuaranteed to burn wax like candlesTrack hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with usY'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[Tha Trademarc]It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloofI'm God, as if you needed some proofYou ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on youClick-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on youSpittin back live rounders, with five poundersIf we meetin on two, I put a beatin on youYour sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on youWe lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhideThe sound of God slide with a raw vibeStraight military camel clothes ash brown bootsSo sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold toothAnd branded by lowYou cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 belowYou slow, you be the last to thinkMy hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
[Chorus]
[John Cena]I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitchesWe feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishesClean you like dishes but I ain't no busboyYou ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boySeen too many bitches that'll double cross yaWe bring more drama than the Laker rosterGet the click pissed, ain't nobody can save yaThrow heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
[Tha Trademarc]Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lameI'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frameI refine my game by fuckin famous bitchesBut it's all the same, it's just ex to the nextfor sex or brain, misses or Mrs.Married or not, my game don't stopIt's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flowY'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with usY'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[Tha Trademarc]It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloofI'm God, as if you needed some proofYou ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on youClick-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on youSpittin back live rounders, with five poundersIf we meetin on two, I put a beatin on youYour sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on youWe lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhideThe sound of God slide with a raw vibeStraight military camel clothes ash brown bootsSo sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold toothAnd branded by lowYou cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 belowYou slow, you be the last to thinkMy hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
[Chorus]
[John Cena]I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitchesWe feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishesClean you like dishes but I ain't no busboyYou ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boySeen too many bitches that'll double cross yaWe bring more drama than the Laker rosterGet the click pissed, ain't nobody can save yaThrow heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
[Tha Trademarc]Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lameI'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frameI refine my game by fuckin famous bitchesBut it's all the same, it's just ex to the nextfor sex or brain, misses or Mrs.Married or not, my game don't stopIt's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flowY'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
[Chorus]
