Throw Back

Don't try to fuck wit me y'all

Cause you can't

Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game

Ya know, uhh

Catch me if you can nigga

Uhh, Haha

Throwback this, Throwback that

It ain't where you from, it's where you wear ya throwback at

I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti

And 4X, you can't see the semi-automatti

When I'm in the Chi, you think they ain't that shocked

To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks

So pull out the Chicago and script to wear on Soul Train

The Bulls, when Mike had hair and a gold chain

I get the Spirit in St. Louis, how could the god lose

I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals

They love me in Cleveland every time I travel there

I'm in the Indians, or that Cavaliers

When I hit Minnesota that kid from Brooklyn wear

The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year

And in Milwaukee, I had to pimp it and go back

20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs

Throwback this

Throwback that

They even look better with the matching hat

All you gotta check is the players stats

It ain't where you from

It's where you wear ya throwback at

I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder

Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, cause Portland gets colder

And even the pimps be jealous

When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S.

And they be askin', what teams on that kid chest?

This the Rams, before they moved to the Midwest

When I'm in the Bay with it, I don't play with it

I'm in the Athletics with the matchin' A's fitted

This ain't even for the minors

Cause they don't know nothin' bout the Joe Montana, 49ers

Seattle, probably heard different rumors

Either about the Payton or the Griffey Jr.

I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway

Or the Nuggets, that make them yell Ehhhh

In Phoenix, I do the old Suns

Cause the new jerseys is cool, but nothing's really like the old ones

Ya know

In New York what I wear to the club may vary

Mets or Yankees like the Subway Series

When I'm in Boston I melt the bean

In a hot Red Soxs or the Celtics green

In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddies

Like feel these, in a size 56 Phillies

In Jersey I got the Nets on, that you can bet on

In D.C. I couldn't pull it, without the Bullets

When I stop in Atlanta, I can't talk long

Them birds know I got the Falcons or the Hawks on

That peach Tampa Bay don't hit the street too often

Not even Miami, could take the Heat of Dolphins

Ain't no complaints on, when I'm in New Orleans with the Saints on

In Houston I pass hoes, in the Astros

In Dallas I always gotta have the Cowboys or the Mavs

Rules, help keep the keep it comin', and I'ma keep it comin

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