Make It Loud lyrics

Artist  : John Cena 
Song : Make It Loud



 Send "Make It Loud" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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 gota 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 KREAM, 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



[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]