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O.G. Songtext

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 Nina dinner cost her
And I′m finna squash her, so animal like someone better get her doctor


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. Gates

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

This is Kansas City, we 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 the clip in things
So you better be listening ′cause the don is sniffin' green
This is the mission get ya when you′re 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. Gates

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

Northside, where is you? (Hey)
Southside, where is you? (Hey)
Eastside, where is you? (Hey)
Westside, what it do? (Hey)

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 them 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. Gates
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
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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

Damn, what?
I think I need air!

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