[Intro]

Raised in the middle of the land

Full of barbeque stands and the brothers throw hands

Everybody grittin' gettin' grands

Kansas City where the pretty women make you say "DAMN!"

[Verse 1]

Kicks it like a donkey 'cause we famous

Wicked women want me 'cause I came up

This is were the homies trip and say what

Yo we from the show me get my money, puh-uh-pay up

Got on my Five-O Ones and my gritter posture

I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her choppers

Lettin' her know this Nina dinner cost her

And I'm finna squash her, so animal like someone better get her doctor

This boy's born and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U.!

But once in a while I hit the L.K. for ladies

'Cause they straight be, in K.U.!

Then back to Kansas City where it's Gates all on they plate

We think about it and we crave it when we vacate

I represent the MO and all the way to K state

Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates

[Chorus]

I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates

Strawberry baked bean mixed plate

So everybody just bounce rock skate

Can't wait, OG! Ollie Gates (OG)

Like Ollie Gates (OG), like Ollie Gates (OG)

Ollie Gates (OG, Baby!)

[Verse 2]

(This is Kansas City)

We be scoutin', pretty young things yo' we got ourselves in

Like Don Dilla I'm a pop her blouse and

Get her hot and ready listenin' to Roger Troutman

Rest In Peace baby, Seven this beat's crazy

Teach babies we used to listen to this at least eighty

We Kansas City steppin' no question

We reppin' fifty six and fifty seven we know that if he jeffin' then he's shady

K.C.K.'s Gates got the chicken wings

This'll bring, traffic where the people really put the clip in things

So you better be listening 'cause the 'dotte is sniffin' green

This is the mission get ya when you hittin' your nicotine

They got your money man, and you know that they ate

Something delicous yeah you know the tray say Gates

That's in the place were they come and getcha if the pay late

But I stay great because everyone's bangin' the A. Yates

[Chorus]

I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates

Strawberry baked bean mixed plate

So everybody just bounce rock skate

Can't wait, OG! Ollie Gates (OG)

Like Ollie Gates (OG), like Ollie Gates (OG)

Ollie Gates (OG, Baby!)

[Verse 3]

North side where is you? (HEY!) South side where is you? (HEY!)

East side where is you? (HEY!) West side, what it do? (HEY!)

(TECH N9NE!) Ain't nobody's sauce like this

Ain't no other barbeque boss like this

Them Fiorellas might cost quite a bit

Yeah, we do it but the fire ain't brought like this

OG told me go see, if them other cities Q is G-O-O-D

But he knew that I would find out slowly

Just like my KC barbeque they cannot hold me, A. Yates

[Chorus]

I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates

Strawberry baked bean mixed plate

So everybody just bounce rock skate

Can't wait

[Outro]

Now everybody say

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Now everybody say

Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala