Beantown

Song Beantown
Artist John Cena
Album You Can't See Me

Lyrics

作曲 : Cena, Predka, Ryan
Big up, Boston
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, an' we heatin' up the
BeanpotBig up,
Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo, we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
An' 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 an' the
Pats, we rollin' kids
Cross me an' pay a toll like the
Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what
I meanWe 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
ParkayI rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
Like the big dick, baby, nobody can finish me
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity(Yeah, it's a trademark baby, biggin' up Boston, yeah, 617)
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity(978, 781, 508, 1234)
An' I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
An' 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 M.
V.P., baby, gimme that key ring
An' me, Brady an'
Branch'll own our sleek thing
Yeah, an' we ain't gon' stop
We at the
Eagle flare, cook 'em all as they flop
An' T.O. takin' on the
B roll an' that's the past
Beatin' everybody an' the salary cap
What now?
You say Titan's your rep
That's like
Peyton winnin' big games out on
GilletteWe 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
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity(Yeah, uhh)
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity(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 an' Edo.
GSteadily 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
Faneuil Hall
As a young buck,
Mom said I disobey
All she heard was, “
No, ma,” like fans in
FenwayBut they sent him to the dugs,
I'm like Manny when he shrugs
An' they bug [Incomprehensible] women wearin'
Sevens in the club
A deadly combination, like venom hits your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when
I get hotMy 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
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston
Big up, Boston

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Cena, Predka, Ryan
Big up, Boston
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, an' we heatin' up the
BeanpotBig up,
Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo, we fresh, y' all a little bit stale
An' 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 seventythree
Like Tom Brady an' the
Pats, we rollin' kids
Cross me an' pay a toll like the
Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y' all know what
I meanWe 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
ParkayI rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
Like the big dick, baby, nobody can finish me
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity Yeah, it' s a trademark baby, biggin' up Boston, yeah, 617
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity 978, 781, 508, 1234
An' I don' t mean to brag, but it' s in the bag
An' 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 M.
V. P., baby, gimme that key ring
An' me, Brady an'
Branch' ll own our sleek thing
Yeah, an' we ain' t gon' stop
We at the
Eagle flare, cook ' em all as they flop
An' T. O. takin' on the
B roll an' that' s the past
Beatin' everybody an' the salary cap
What now?
You say Titan' s your rep
That' s like
Peyton winnin' big games out on
GilletteWe 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
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity Yeah, uhh
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity 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 an' Edo.
GSteadily 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
Faneuil Hall
As a young buck,
Mom said I disobey
All she heard was, "
No, ma," like fans in
FenwayBut they sent him to the dugs,
I' m like Manny when he shrugs
An' they bug Incomprehensible women wearin'
Sevens in the club
A deadly combination, like venom hits your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it' s all love
I' m like Schindler with the red sock, when
I get hotMy 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
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston
Big up, Boston