John Cena lyrics
John Cena lyrics
"Make It Loud lyrics"
A Better Place lyrics
I'd like to tell you a story come sit with me here by the sea I cant promise it wont be a long one but I need you here to listen to me I cant make sense of all that I'm feeling & I dont expect you to understand but when you're feeling like nothing else matters... You're asking me all the wrong questions its true that you dont understand But I can't help the way that I
I'd like to tell you a story come sit with me here by the sea I cant promise it wont be a long one but I need you here to listen to me I cant make sense of all that I'm feeling & I dont expect you to understand but when you're feeling like nothing else matters... You're asking me all the wrong questions its true that you dont understand But I can't help the way that I
[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 gotat 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 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 sto
Black Castle lyrics
Torch lit halls Deceit that burns The dragon's lair The blackened air The face is now upturned Deceiving mask Your silent sword The tithe of sin The lion's den Blasphemy unto your lord Chorus: The Black Castle of Rome Midnight's shallow home Monument of lies Blinding faithful eyes Cathedral bells your faithful tears The divine right The fearless might Play upon men's
ppin, all I see is the money likeTorch lit halls Deceit that burns The dragon's lair The blackened air The face is now upturned Deceiving mask Your silent sword The tithe of sin The lion's den Blasphemy unto your lord Chorus: The Black Castle of Rome Midnight's shallow home Monument of lies Blinding faithful eyes Cathedral bells your faithful tears The divine right The fearless might Play upon men's
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 oh 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
Any
Fly Away lyrics
Fly away - You can leave it all behind you I'm on my way to find you And I'll soon be flying too Fly away - We can fly away together I'm talking 'bout forever This is all we gotta do: Fly away ...
hing but that, step back ladyFly away - You can leave it all behind you I'm on my way to find you And I'll soon be flying too Fly away - We can fly away together I'm talking 'bout forever This is all we gotta do: Fly away ...
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
Yea - 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
[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]