"Big up Boston!"
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[John Cena]
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Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
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Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
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N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin
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Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
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We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
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I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
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Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?
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It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot
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Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
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Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
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And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
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Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
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I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
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Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
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Roll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three
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Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids
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Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
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From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
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We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
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Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
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My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet
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I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
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Like the big dick, baby nobody can finish me
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[Chorus: scratched 4X]
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"Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
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6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
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And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
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And we alone on top like we goin stag
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It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
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In four years we countin three rings
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I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
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And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
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Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
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We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop
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And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
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Beatin everybody and the salary cap
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What now? You say titan's your rep
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That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
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We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
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Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
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Yeah baby, that's how it go
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That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row
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[Chorus]
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[Esoteric]
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Yeah, uhh
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It's Esoteric, tunin in
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Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
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Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
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Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
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Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
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Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan
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Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
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Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
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As a young buck moms said I disobey
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All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway
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But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
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And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club
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A deadly combination like venom hit your blood
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Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
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I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot
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My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
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It's clear now, you livin in fear now
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Big up Boston, the champ is here now
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[Chorus]
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Beantown
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John Cena |