throw back

Lyrics

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,