Lirik Lagu Make It Loud - John Cena
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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]
[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]
