Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ John Cena - Beantown ------------------------------------------ "Big up Boston!" [John Cena] Yeah whassup baby? We gonī do some things right now Show you how we do īem in the Bean, yīknahmsayin? N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing We got a lilī somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here yīknow? I got my crew right back gonī show you how itīs done Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard? Itīs John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot Yo we fresh, yīall a little bit stale And we ībout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale Cena takin over - Iīm ībout to make the scene mine I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line Ainīt too many kids that flow better than me Roll thick like Yazīs 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, yīall know what I mean We like the left field wall, we stackin ?? 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, itīs Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah 6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3 And I donīt mean to brag, but itīs in the bag And we alone on top like we goin stag Itīs a dynasty, thatīs how I see things In four years we countin three rings Iīm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring And me, Brady and Branchīll own our sweet thing Yeah, and we ainīt gonī stop We at the Eagle {?}, cook īem all as they flop And T.O. takin on the B roll and thatīs the past Beatin everybody and the salary cap What now? You say titanīs your rep Thatīs like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette We donīt forget yīall, weīre keepin it grimy Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds Yeah baby, thatīs how it go Thatīs why next year itīs lookin like 3 in a row [Chorus] [Esoteric] Yeah, uhh Itīs Esoteric, tunin in Puttin it down, for Boston Mass Yo, I rep the Bean, yīall see the way it be Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G Steadily poetically Iīm 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, Iīm 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, itīs all love Iīm like Schilling with the red sock, when I get hot My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot Itīs clear now, you livin in fear now Big up Boston, the champ is here now [Chorus]