Beantown Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

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 Beanpot 

Big 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 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 

I 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 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 

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. 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 Faneuil Hall 

As a young buck, Mom said I disobey 

All she heard was, No, ma, like fans in Fenway 

But 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 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 

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