its the joint baby gotta make it loud
so let me hear some noise from the crowd
tazz
thats noise
its 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
yeah yeah
we came to kick the door down its 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 aint 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 fkin covers paid
bounce to this motherfker like you was some rubbermaid
this aint that cristal sippin type shit
its 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 la
not double oh seven but we +die another day+ what
i tear up any track front to back
like roy jones takin on fifty yearold cats
makin comebacks where you at cats spit soft shit
like whispers and gloves im not hearin that
its 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
im all about laid back dont jock i hate that
i see through haters games dont 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
its gonna ring like an echo for years i never left ya
all yall raise your glass to this shit
cause trademarcs the head of the class of misfits
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 motherfker worn
yall 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 aint all there
we old school like when sonny was on cher
take it back like a richard pyror 8track
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
chaos on the one and two cuttin it up
thats that shit
cena cena cena
