John Cena

John Cena - This Is How We Roll lyrics

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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



[Chorus]



[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?



[Chorus]



[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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