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John Cena - Beantown lyrics
"Big up Boston!" [John Cena] Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin? N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know? I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard? It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line Ain't too many kids that flow better than me Roll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+ Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet I rent my own team, we takin over the industry Like the big dick, baby nobody can finish me [Chorus: scratched 4X] "Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity" [Tha Trademarc] Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah 6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3 And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag And we alone on top like we goin stag It's a dynasty, that's how I see things In four years we countin three rings I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past Beatin everybody and the salary cap What now? You say titan's your rep That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds Yeah baby, that's how it go That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row [Chorus] [Esoteric] Yeah, uhh It's Esoteric, tunin in Puttin it down, for Boston Mass Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan Pack a man down quick like neanderthals Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall As a young buck moms said I disobey All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club A deadly combination like venom hit your blood Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot It's clear now, you livin in fear now Big up Boston, the champ is here now [Chorus] |
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