(Verse 1) Raised in the of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands grittin gettin grands Kansas City were the pretty make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a donkey we famous Wicked women want me I came up This is were the homies trip and say Yo we from the "Show-Me" get my money, up Got on my 501's and my gritter I fit her proper, if she I'm in her choppers Lettin her know this ninna cost her And I'm squash her So animal like someone get her doctor boy is born and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U. But once in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for Cause straight be, in KU back to Kansas City were it's Gates all on they plate We think about it and we it when we vacate I the MO and all the way to K-State Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and students me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So just bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 2) This is City We be scoutin pretty young yo we got her soused and Like dun deal I'm a pop her and Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman Rest in peace baby, seven this crazy Teach babys we used to listen to atleast 80 We Kansas steppin No we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin then shady KCK's got the chicken wings This will traffic when the people really want the crispy things So you better be cause the don is sniffin green This is the get ya when you hittin your nicotine They got money man and you know that they ain't delicious yea you know the tray say Gates That's the place they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay cause everyones bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the 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 Ollie O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 3) where is you, EY South-side is you, EY East-side is you, EY what it do, EY.. Tech N9ne Ain't nobody's like this Ain't no bar-b-que boss like this The might cost quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire brought like this O.G. me go see If the other Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew that I find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que they hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate wait Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,