(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que and the brothers throw hands Everybody grittin gettin Kansas City were the women make you say DWAM! Kicks it a donkey cause we famous Wicked women want me I came up This is were the homies 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 ninna cost her And I'm squash her So animal like someone better get her 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 they straight be, in KU Then back to Kansas City it's Gates all on they plate We think about it and we crave it 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 hella fine like the food at Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So just bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 2) is Kansas City We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her and Like dun deal I'm a pop her and Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman Rest in peace baby, this beats crazy Teach babys we used to listen to this 80 We Kansas steppin No question we 56 and 57 We that if he jeffin then he's shady Gates got the chicken wings This will bring when the people 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 that they ain't Somethin delicious yea you the tray 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, bean, mixed plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 3) North-side is you, EY South-side is you, EY East-side is you, EY West-side what it do, EY.. Tech Ain't 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 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 they hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, plate So just bounce, rock, skate wait Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,