John Cena - Beantown lyrics

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John Cena - Beantown lyrics

"Big up Boston!" Yeah wha**up baby? We gon' do some things right now Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, why'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 why'know? I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done Straight up, hittin' one two like Manny and 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 Ya**ir 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 sh** be bu*ter, but around here we say parquet I rent my own team, we takin' over the industry Like The Big Dig, baby nobody can finish me [Chorus: Repeat 4X] "Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity" 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 be 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: ] Yeah, uhh It's Esoteric, tunin' in Puttin' it down, for Boston Ma** 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 Nomah like fans in Fenway But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs And it bugs me to see the women wearin' [unknown] in the club A deadly combination like venom hit your blood Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love I'm like Schilling 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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