Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - O.g. lyrics

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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Raised in the middle of the land full of barbaque stands and the brothers throw hands

Every buddy gritten 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 get my money and we pay up

Got on my Five o Ones and my gritter posture

I fit her proper 

If she papered I'm in her choppers

Letin her know this ninna dinner cost her

and I'm famous squash her so animal like someone better get her doctor

This 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. You

then back to Kansas city were is 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: Tech N9ne]

I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates

Strawberry baked bean mixed plate

So everybody just bounce rock skate

Cant 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



[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

We be ?? pretty young things yo we got are selves in

Like dun deal I'm a popper Blouzin

Get her hot and ready listenin to Roger Troutmen

Rest In Peace baby 

Seven this beats crazy

Teach babyz 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 hes shady

K.C.K.'s gate got the chicken wing this'ell bring

traffic when the people ??

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 aint

somethin delicous yea you know the trey say gates

Thats the place were they come and getcha if the pay late

But I stay great cause everyones bangin the A. Yates



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

North side were is you (HEY!)

South side were is you (HEY!)

East side were is you (HEY!)

West side, what it do? (HEY!) (TECH N9NE)

Aint no bodys sauce like this

Aint no other barbaque boss like this

The feel rellas might cost quite a bit

Ya we do it but the fire aint brought like this

O.G. told me go see

If the other citys Q is G.O.O.D.

But he knew that id find out slowly

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



[Hook]

I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates

Strawberry baked bean mixed plate

So everybody just bounce rock skate

Cant wait

Now everbody say

Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala

Now Everybody Say

Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala



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