O.G.

[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, "DWAMN!" [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, 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 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 80 We Kansas City steppin' no question We reppin' 56 and 57 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 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 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, 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 barbeque boss like this Them Fiorellas might cost quite a bit Yeah we do it but the fire ain't brought like this O.G. 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 Now everybody say Lalalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalalala Now everybody say Lalalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalalala