Letra de Beantown - John Cena And Tha Trademarc
Letra de canci�n de Beantown de John Cena And Tha Trademarc lyrics
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
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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]
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/beantown-john-cena-and-tha-trademarc.php
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]
