Make It Loud John Cena & Tha Trademarc
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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!
[Hook 2X: John Cena]
It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD
[Verse 1: 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 crispy green, 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-O-Seven but we Die Another Day, what
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!
[Hook 2X: John Cena]
It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD
[Verse 1: 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 crispy green, 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-O-Seven but we Die Another Day, what
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