Throw Back Lyrics by Fabolous

Throw Back Lyrics

    [Fabolous talking]
    Dont try to fuck wit me yall
    Cause you cant
    Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game
    Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga
    Uhh, Haha

    [Verse 1]
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
    I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti
    And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti
    When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked
    To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks
    So pull out the Chicago and the 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, Everytime 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

    [Chorus]
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

    [Verse 2]
    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 the kid chest
    This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest
    When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with it
    Im in the Athletics with the matchin' A's fitted
    This aint even for the minors
    Cause they dont know nothin' bout the Joe Montana, 49ers
    Seattle, Probally 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 Pheonix I do the old Suns
    Cause the new jerseys is cool, But nothings really like the old ones
    Ya know

    [Chorus]
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

    [Verse 3]
    In New York what I wear the 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 Celtics green
    In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these
    In a size 56 Phillies
    In Jersey I got the Nets on
    That you can bet on
    In D.C. I couldnt pull it
    Without the Bullets
    When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
    Them birds know I got the Falcons or the Hawks on
    That peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often
    Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins
    Aint 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
    ??, To keep it comin, And Imma keep it comin

    [Chorus]
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
    Throwback this, Throwback that
    They even look better with the matching hat
    All you gotta check is the players stats
    It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

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