(Verse 1) Raised in the of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands Everybody grittin gettin Kansas City were the women make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a cause we famous Wicked women want me cause I up This is were the homies and say what 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 papered I'm in her Lettin her know this ninna cost her And I'm finna her So animal someone better 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 it's Gates all on they plate We about it and we crave it when we vacate 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, mixed So everybody bounce, rock, skate wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Like Gates O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 2) This is Kansas We be scoutin young things yo we got her soused and Like dun deal I'm a pop her and Get her hot and listenin to Roger Troutman Rest in peace baby, seven beats crazy Teach babys we to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas City No we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin he's shady KCK's Gates got the chicken This will bring traffic the people really want the crispy things So you better be listenin cause the don is sniffin is the mission get ya when you hittin your nicotine They got money man and you know that they ain't Somethin delicious yea you the tray say Gates the place were they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause everyones bangin the A.
(Hook) I'm hella fine the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, Can't wait O.G. Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Ollie Gates 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 Ain't nobody's like this Ain't no other boss like this 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 knew that I would out slowly Just like my KC they cannot hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So everybody just bounce, rock, Can't Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,