Make It Loud Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

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