John Cena - Beantown Lyrics
"Big up Boston!"[John Cena]Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right nowShow you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?N.Y. representin, Dirty South representinChi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thingWe got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's doneStraight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the BeanpotBig up Boston, you know the whole team hotYo we fresh, y'all a little bit staleAnd we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHaleCena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mineI got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green LineAin't too many kids that flow better than meRoll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-threeLike Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kidsCross me and pay a toll like the Tobin BridgeFrom the home of the curse, y'all know what I meanWe like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey WayMy shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquetI rent my own team, we takin over the industryLike 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, yeah6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bagAnd we alone on top like we goin stagIt's a dynasty, that's how I see thingsIn four years we countin three ringsI'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ringAnd me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thingYeah, and we ain't gon' stopWe at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flopAnd T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the pastBeatin everybody and the salary capWhat now? You say titan's your repThat's like Peyton winning big games out on GilletteWe don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimyHad the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blindsYeah baby, that's how it goThat's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row[Chorus][Esoteric]Yeah, uhhIt's Esoteric, tunin inPuttin it down, for Boston MassYo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it beHome of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. GSteadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in commandPeace to Dorcester, Roxbury, MattapanPack a man down quick like neanderthalsStandin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil HallAs a young buck moms said I disobeyAll she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in FenwayBut they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugsAnd {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the clubA deadly combination like venom hit your bloodJason Varitek with the glove, it's all loveI'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hotMy aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shotIt's clear now, you livin in fear nowBig up Boston, the champ is here now[Chorus]
