(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the throw hands grittin gettin grands Kansas City 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 and my gritter posture I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her Lettin her know this ninna dinner her And I'm finna her So like 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 they straight be, in KU Then back to Kansas 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 N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate Can't wait O.G. Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 2) This is City We be pretty young things yo we got her soused and Like dun deal I'm a pop her and Get her hot and ready listenin to Roger Rest in peace baby, seven this beats Teach babys we to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas steppin No we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin he's shady KCK's 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 your nicotine They got your money man and you know they ain't Somethin delicious yea you know the tray say That's the were they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody just bounce, rock, 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 where is you, EY West-side it do, EY.. Tech N9ne nobody's sauce like this Ain't no other bar-b-que boss this The might cost quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire brought like this O.G. me go see If the city's 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 fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate wait Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,