Letra de Make It Loud
It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud So let me hear some noise from the crowd That's noiseIt'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 crowdIt'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 crowdYeah, 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 doughWe 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 nightIf 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 shitSo 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', whatIt'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 crowdIt'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 crowdI 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' thatIt'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 upI'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 dicksEverybody 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 misfitsIt'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 crowdIt'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 crowdWe 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' backYeah 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 pornI 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 CherTake 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 stacksIt'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 crowdIt'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 crowdChaos 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