(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands Everybody grittin gettin City were the pretty women make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a cause we famous Wicked women want me cause I up This is were the trip and say what Yo we from the "Show-Me" get my money, up Got on my 501's and my gritter I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her Lettin her know this dinner cost her And I'm finna her So animal someone better get her doctor boy is born and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U. But in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for ladies Cause straight be, in KU Then to Kansas City were it's Gates all on they plate We think about it and we crave it we vacate I represent the MO and all the way to me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So just bounce, rock, skate Can't wait O.G. Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 2) This is Kansas We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her and Like dun I'm a pop her blouse and Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman Rest in baby, seven this beats crazy babys we used to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas City No we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he then he's shady KCK's Gates got the wings This bring traffic when the people really want the crispy things So you be listenin cause the don is sniffin green This is the mission get ya when you hittin your They got money man and you know that they ain't Somethin delicious yea you know the tray say That's the place were come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great everyones bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 3) where is you, EY South-side is you, EY East-side is you, EY West-side it do, EY.. Tech N9ne Ain't sauce like this no other bar-b-que boss like this The Fiorella's might cost a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought this O.G. me go see If the city's Q is G.O.O.D. But he that I would find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que they hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So everybody just bounce, rock, Can't Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,