(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of stands and the brothers throw hands grittin gettin grands Kansas City were the pretty make you say DWAM! it like a donkey cause we famous Wicked 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 501's and my gritter I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her Lettin her know ninna dinner cost her And I'm squash her So like someone better get her doctor This boy is born and in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U. But once in a I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for ladies they straight be, in KU Then back to Kansas City were it's all on they plate We think about it and we it when we vacate I represent the MO and all the way to Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and call me A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed So just bounce, rock, skate Can't O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Gates O.G. Like Ollie O.G. Ollie O.G.
(Verse 2) This is Kansas We be scoutin pretty young 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 baby, seven this beats crazy Teach babys we used to to this atleast 80 We Kansas steppin No question we 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin then shady Gates got the chicken wings This will bring traffic when the people want the crispy things So you better be listenin the don is sniffin green This is the mission get ya when you your nicotine They got your money man and you know that they Somethin delicious yea you know the say Gates the place were they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great everyones bangin the 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. Like Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Gates O.G.
(Verse 3) North-side is you, EY where 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 like this The Fiorella's might cost a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought this O.G. me go see If the city's Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew that I would find out like my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A. Yates
(Hook) I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Strawberry, bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, Can't Now say Lalalalalalalalalala, Now say Lalalalalalalalalala,