[John Cena at a live show]
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It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]
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SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]
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[Tazz] That's noise!
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[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
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It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
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Get the point yo you gotat make it loud
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Everybody in the club make it loud
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SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD
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[John Cena]
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Yeah, yeah
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We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now
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Yo... we got some shit in store now
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So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
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Not quite crispy green, but we came to stack dough
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We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
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Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight
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Never stoppin, all I see is the money like
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the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night
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If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid
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Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid
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This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit
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It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit
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So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor
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Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
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East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.
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Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what
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[Chorus]
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[Tha Trademarc]
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I tear up any track, front to back
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Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats
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makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit
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like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that
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It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
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Anything but that, step back lady
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Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
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We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
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I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that
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I see through haters games, don't mistake that
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I still got love if you buyin our shit
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If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks
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Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka
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It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
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All y'all raise your glass to this shit
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Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits
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[Chorus]
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[John Cena]
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We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
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Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack
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Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back
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Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
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Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby
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Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby
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Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn
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Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn
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[Tha Trademarc]
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I move a crowd like a bomb scare
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Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
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Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there
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We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher
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Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track
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And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
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Man please, we want platinum plaques
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I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks
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[Chorus]
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[scratching Trademarc to fade]
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"Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up"
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"That's that shit!"
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[crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]
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Make It Loud
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John Cena |