Lyrics Beantown (feat. John Cena & Tha Trademarc) - Esoteric

Yeah whassup 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 Yassir 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 parquet
I rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
Like The Big Dig, baby nobody can finish me
"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
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 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