John Cena Lyrics

John Cena Lyrics

"Make It Loud Lyrics"


[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
When You Walk in the Room Lyrics
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Every time that you walk in the room I close my eyes for a second and pretend it's me you want Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant I see a summer night with a magic moon Every time that you walk in the room Maybe it's a
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 b
J?keln Lyrics
[Musik by Vintersorg] [Lyrik by Karl-Erik Forsslund] Som en gammal isbelupen drake ligger J?keln tung Och vitgr?nraggig nedf?r branten mellan tvenne toppar Stj?rten lindad runtom h?gsta Spetsen, buken sp?nd och stinn I fj?llets kittel, ryggen kr?nt av mittmor?nens ?s, Svart och kn?glig Ner mot daln han str?cker l?ngsmal nos med rynkigt Skinn
ack 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
25 Years Lyrics
my mother said things are fine and turned the other way my troubles she said go way back far before your day but things are all right she said it's all right you could see it on her face her days of praise had gone astray and moved on to another place my father threw up his arms in a cold aggressive rage i've been fightin my conscience years now every single day we live alone
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]


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