John Cena & Tha Trademarc - Make It Loud lyrics

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud So let me hear some noise from the crowd That's noise 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd Yeah, yeah, we came to kick the door down It's time to hit the floor now, yo, we got some sh** 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 f**in' cover's paid Bounce to this motherf**er like you was some rubber made This ain't that Cristal sippin' type sh** It's that bottle breakin', startin' riot type sh** So jump up and down till ya break the floor Yo, we keep it underground like a basement tour East coast reppin', stretchin' out to L.A Not 007 but we 'Die Another Day', what 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 sh** Like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin' that It's all love maybe if you wanna rub, baby Anythin' 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 sh** 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 gla** to this sh** 'Cause Trademarc's the head of the cla** of misfits 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 runnin' back Yeah and we blaze 'em, baby Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin', baby Yo, we tear up any crew, leave a motherf**er worn Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax p**n 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 eight-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 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd 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 And let me hear some noise from the crowd Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up That's that sh** That's that sh**