: John Cena feat Tha Trademarc - This is how we roll ::.




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Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money·s pilin..


Low, this is how we roll




[John Cena]


Catch me in the black ·llac truck with the pickup back


The game weak, I·ma pick up slack


Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your boring rap


This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp


I·m fully focused, I walk with a purpose


Y·all are fuckin clowns, you belong in a circus


This is big bid·ness, we don·t stop ·til the money home


Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb


And I·m a savage in the booth


I·m on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth


Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs


You better quit rappin ·fore I start makin layoffs


Fuck a day off, I·m movin heavy for the payoff


You don·t ride to this? We don·t need you, stay off


Hate on this? I don·t care what you said


Y·all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread




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[Tha Trademarc]


I don·t smile as such, buddy, ain·t much funny


You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you fuckin gully


I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch


You love me, that·s why you got your style from me


Most sayin Marc Predka·s overconfident


It·s only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent


The dominant factor is the money I·m after


Your opinion ain·t mean shit buddy - I ain·t ask ya


It·s gon· be what it·s gon· be


It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay


Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play


I write rhymes ·til ya boy is heard mayne


Cause alls I got, is my voice and word


Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don


It·s on baby pah yeah word is bond


Cut the check and I·ll rock, every word of the song - what now?




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[John Cena]


Yeah, yeah... yeah


I got that velcro flow, I·ll make you stick to this


So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous


A glass of Chardonnay doesn·t whine like you


I·m an Altered Beast with Einstein·s IQ


Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through


In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue


I don·t think there·s a player nice


Keep your Cristal, I·m shoot Jagermeister


Foot to the floor and you ain·t you keep the pace


Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I·ma beat the case


I buy some land, and never even see the place


Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste


Throw away money like I hate on loot


Copped your CD it sounds great on mute


Words turn ·em to dust makin MC·s disintergrate


My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?




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