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  • 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 **** be butter, but around here we say
    ParkayI rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
    Like the big ****, 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
  • 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 **** be butter, but around here we say
    ParkayI rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
    Like the big ****, 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