(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of stands and the brothers throw hands Everybody gettin grands Kansas City the pretty women make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a cause we famous Wicked women want me cause I up is were the homies 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 I'm in her choppers Lettin her know this dinner cost her And I'm finna her So animal like someone get her doctor This boy is born and 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 City were it's Gates all on they plate We think about it and we crave it when we I the MO and all the way to K-State Call me Tech but teachers and students call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate Can't wait O.G. Ollie O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 2) This is City We be scoutin pretty things 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 baby, seven this beats crazy Teach babys we to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas City No question we 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin he's shady KCK's Gates got the chicken This will bring traffic when the really want the crispy things So you better be cause the don is sniffin green This is the mission get ya when you hittin your They got your money man and you know they ain't Somethin delicious yea you know the tray say That's the place were they come and getcha if the pay But I stay great everyones bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 3) where is you, EY where is you, EY East-side is you, EY what it do, EY.. Tech N9ne Ain't nobody's sauce like Ain't no bar-b-que boss like this The Fiorella's cost quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain't like this O.G. me go see If the other Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew I would find out slowly like my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, wait Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,