Versuri Beantown

 
"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 Yaz's 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 Dig, 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 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] 
 
 [Thanks to Man_Apart@eminem.com for these lyrics] 
[Thanks to jcbouchard@plymouth.edu, Mysterio619M@aol.com, pats_sox_bruins_fan@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics] 
 
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