O.G.-Tech N9ne

(Verse 1) Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands Everybody grittin gettin grands Kansas City were the pretty women make you say DWAM! 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, p-p-pay up Got on my 501＇s and my gritter posture I fit her proper, if she papered I＇m in her choppers Lettin her know this ninna dinner cost her And I＇m finna squash her So animal like someone better get her doctor This 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 ladies Cause they straight be, in KU Then back to Kansas City were 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 (Hook) I＇m hella fine like the food at Ollie Gate＇s Strawberry, baked bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, skate Can＇t wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Baby (Verse 2) This is Kansas City We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her? Like dun deal I＇m a pop her blouse and Get her hot and ready listenin to Roger Troutman Rest in peace baby, seven this beats crazy Teach babys we used to listen to this atleast 80 We Kansas City steppin No question we reppin 56 and 57 We know that if he jeffin then he＇s shady KCK＇s Gates got the chicken wings This will bring traffic when the people really want the crispy things So you better be listenin cause the don is sniffin green This is the mission get ya when you hittin your nicotine They got your money man and you know that they ain＇t Somethin delicious yea you know the tray say Gates That＇s the place were they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause everyones bangin the A. Yates (Hook) I＇m hella fine like the food at Ollie Gate＇s Strawberry, baked bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, skate Can＇t wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Baby (Verse 3) North-side where is you, EY South-side where is you, EY East-side where is you, EY West-side what it do, EY... Tech N9ne Ain＇t nobody＇s sauce like this Ain＇t no other bar-b-que boss like this The Fiorella＇s might cost quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain＇t brought like this O.G. told me go see If the other city＇s Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew that I would find out slowly Just like my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A. Yates (Hook) I＇m hella fine like the food at Ollie Gate＇s Strawberry, baked bean, mixed plate So everybody just bounce, rock, skate Can＇t wait Now everybody say Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala Now everybody say Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala