[John Cena at a live show]
Itīs the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]
[Tazz] Thatīs noise!
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Itīs the joint baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point yo you gotat 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, itīs 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 Kreme, but we came to stack dough
We ainīt 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 ? for your Monday night
If you got in free, or your fuckin coverīs paid
Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid
This ainīt that Cristal sippin type shit
Itīs that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit
So jump up and down ītil ya break the floor
Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.
Not double oh seven but we ? 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, Iīm not hearin that
Itīs 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
Iīm all about laid back, donīt jock, I hate that
I see through haters games, donīt 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
Itīs gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
All yīall raise your glass to this shit
Cause Trademarcīs 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 īem comin back
Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
Yeah - and we blaze īem baby
Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby
Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn
Yīall 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 ainīt 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"
"Thatīs that shit!"
[crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]