O.g. Lyrics - Gates Mixed Plate - Tech N9ne

Raised in the middle of the land, full of barbecue stands 

And the brothers throw hands 

Everybody gritten, gettin' grands 

Kansas City, we're the pretty women, make you say dwam 

Kicks it like a donkey 'cause we famous 

Wicked women want me because I came up 

This is where the homies trip and say what 

Yo, we from the show, we get my money, put a pay up 

Got on my 501s 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 famous, squash her 

So animal like someone better get her doctor 

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These boys 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 B-A-K-U 

Then back to Kansas City where is gates all on they plate 

We think about it and we crave it when we vacate 

I represent the M.O. and all the way to K state 

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

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 

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This is Kansas City, ww be scountin' pretty young things 

Yo, we got ourselves in 

Like done deal, I'm a popper blousin' 

Get her hot and ready listenin' to Roger Troutmen 

Rest in peace baby, seven this beats 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 jeffen then he's shady 

K.C.K.'s gates got the chicken wing 

This'll bring traffic where the people really put [Incomprehensible] 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 ain't 

Somethin' delicious, yeah you know the trey say gates 

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

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

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 

North side, where is you? Aye 

South side, where is you? Aye 

East side, where is you? Aye 

West side, what it do? Aye 

Tech N9ne, ain't nobody's sauce like this 

Ain't no other barbecue boss like this 

The feel rellas 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 cities Q is G O O D 

But he knew that I'd find out slowly 

Just like my KC barbecue, they cannot hold me 

A. Yates 

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 

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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la 

Now everybody say 

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la 

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la