Throw Back Lyrics

Don′t try to fuck with me y'all, ′cause you can't
I stay way ahead of the game, you know
Catch me if you can nigga

Throwback this, throwback that
It ain't where you from, it′s where you wear your throwback at
I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I′m in the Natty
In 4X you can't see the semi-automatic
When I′m in the Chi, you think they ain't that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats socks
Or pull out the Chicago script to wear on Soul Train
The Bulls, with Mike′s hat here and a gold chain
I get the spirit in St. Louis, I get the God Louis
I do backflips in the Ozzie Cardinal's
They love me in Cleveland every time I travel there
I′m in the Indians, or that Cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, the kid from Brooklyn wear
The Vikings or the Timberwolves some Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee, I had to pimp it and go back
20 Years with the Bucks and the Brewers throwbacks

Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player's stats
It ain′t where you from, it′s where you wear your throwback at
Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player's stats
It ain′t where you from, it's where you wear your 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 a floor seat at the Forum in the M.P. Ellis
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 matching A′s fitted
This ain't even for the minors
′Cause they don't know nothin′ about the Joe Montana, 49ers
Seattle, probably heard different rumors
Either about the Peyton or the Griffey Jr
I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway
Or the Nuggets, that make 'em yell A
In Phoenix, I do the old Suns
′Cause the new jerseys is cool, but
Nothin's really like the old ones, you know

Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player's stats
It ain′t where you from, it′s where you wear your throwback at
Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player's stats
It ain′t where you from, it's where you wear your throwback at

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 the hot Red Sox or the Celtics green
In the city of Philly, I roll up on the bitties like Phillies
In a size 56 Phillies
In Jersey I got the Nets on, that you can bet on
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 streets too often
Not even Miami, could take the Heat or 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′ve always gotta have the Cowboys or the Mavs, rules
Tell Pete to keep it comin', and I′mma keep it comin'

Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player′s stats
It ain't where you from, it′s where you wear your throwback at
Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the player's stats
It ain't where you from, it′s where you wear your throwback at