Lyrics Throwback Jersey (feat. La Coka Nostra) - Ill Bill , La Coka Nostra

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