(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 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, it's time to hit the floor now
Yo... we got some nuts 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**kin cover's
paid
Bounce to this motherf**ker like you was some Rubbermaid
This ain't that Cristal sippin type nuts
It's that
bottle breakin, startin riot type nuts
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 oh 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 nuts
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 nuts
If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our thingys
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 nuts
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 motherf**ker 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 nuts!"
(Crowd chanting "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" at the
end*)
