(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the throw hands Everybody grittin grands Kansas City were the women make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a donkey cause we Wicked women want me I came up This is were the homies trip and say Yo we the "Show-Me" get my money, p-p-pay up Got on my and my gritter posture I fit her proper, if she I'm in her choppers Lettin her this ninna dinner cost her And I'm finna her So like someone better get her doctor This boy is and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U. But once in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for Cause they be, in KU Then back to Kansas City were it's Gates all on they 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 call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So everybody bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 2) This is Kansas We be scoutin young things yo we got her soused and dun deal I'm a pop her blouse and Get her hot and listenin to Roger Troutman Rest in peace baby, seven this beats babys we used to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas City No question we 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin then he's Gates got the chicken wings This will bring traffic when the people really want the things So you better be cause the don is sniffin green is the mission get ya when you hittin your nicotine They got your money man and you know that they Somethin yea you know the tray say Gates That's the place were they and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause bangin the A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So just bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 3) where is you, EY South-side is you, EY East-side is you, EY West-side what it do, EY.. Tech Ain't nobody's like this Ain't no other bar-b-que boss like The Fiorella's might cost a bit Ya we do it but the ain't brought like this O.G. me go see If the city's Q is G.O.O.D. But he that I would find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A.
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the food at Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody bounce, rock, skate wait Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,