Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Cena
John Cena
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Trademarc
Tha Trademarc
Recording Engineer
Eligh of the Living Legends
Eligh of the Living Legends
Producer
Chaos
Chaos
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We keep it hoppin' like the cars with the shocks We spittin' heat on your block We new to the game, but runnin' the spot Numbin' your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate Open your mind without makin' ya meditate We real champs, y'all just featherweight Time to get it straight, I push your wig back Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac Beefin' with us? We're leavin' you face down Stompin' b- rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town Runnin' the playground like it was a track meet Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet We into big things, bank account's overgrown All types of cheese, swiss, cheddar, provolone Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Track hittin' hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof I'm God, as if you needed some proof You ain't hard I can see it on you, I need a roof F- a droptop, crop if I'm creepin' on you Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin' on you We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin' the rawhide The sound of God slide with a raw vibe Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots So sick, I've been handlin' flows, since enamel was gold tooth And branded by low You cold f- like eskimo hoes at seven below You slow, you be the last to think My hands seen more f- dirt than bathroom sinks Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses b- We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy You ain't family, you ain't earnin' my trust boy Seen too many b- that'll double cross ya We bring more drama than the Laker roster Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya Throw heat without lookin' like Fernando Valenzuela Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame I'm ego driven, seen with different women, every size and frame I refine my game by f- famous b- But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next For sex or brain, misses or Mrs Married or not, my game don't stop It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high h- Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust Y'all, b-, crews, don't wanna f- with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Writer(s): John Felix Anthony Cena, Marc Joseph Predka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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