(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the full of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands Everybody grittin gettin City were the pretty women make you say DWAM! Kicks it a donkey cause we famous women want me cause I came up This is the homies trip and say what Yo we from the "Show-Me" get my money, up Got on my 501's and my posture I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her Lettin her know ninna dinner cost her And I'm finna 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 Then back to Kansas City were Gates all on they plate We think it and we crave it when we vacate I the MO and all the way to K-State Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So just bounce, rock, skate wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 2) is Kansas City We be scoutin pretty young yo we got her soused and dun deal I'm a pop her blouse and Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman Rest in peace baby, seven this beats Teach babys we used to listen to atleast 80 We City steppin No we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin then he's Gates got the chicken wings This will traffic when the people really want the crispy things So you better be listenin cause the don is sniffin This is the mission get ya when you hittin nicotine got your money man and you know that they ain't Somethin delicious yea you know the say Gates That's the place were come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody just bounce, rock, wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 3) North-side is you, EY South-side is you, EY East-side is you, EY what it do, EY.. Tech N9ne Ain't nobody's sauce like Ain't no other bar-b-que like this The Fiorella's might quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought like O.G. me go see If the other Q is G.O.O.D. But he that I would find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que cannot hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So everybody bounce, rock, skate Can't Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,