Lyrics Make It Loud - John Cena feat. Tha Trademarc
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
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
rubber
made
This
ain't
that
Cristal
sippin'
type
shit
It's
that
bottle
breakin',
startin'
riot
type
shit
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
shit
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
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
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
motherfucker
worn
Y'all
are
just
soft
like
some
Cinemax
porn
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
shit
That's
that
shit
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.