Horrorshow
If You Know What I Mean
Chords
C# 9 11 11 10 9 9
Bbm 6 8 8 6 6 6
A 5 7 7 6 5 5
Pattern
C# Bbm Bbm A
C# Bbm
Now once upon a time not long ago (not long ago)
Bbm A
There was an Occa kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
C# Bbm
He's not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (on a roll)
Bbm A
Goin' all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
C# Bbm
See I been all up in the dojo practicin' my braggadocio
Bbm A
Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
C# Bbm
Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
Bbm A
A quick jazz cigarette then I'm takin' my solo
C# Bbm
If you ain't heard about it ask around
Bbm A
On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out
C# Bbm
Get love on every corner walkin' through our part of town
Bbm A
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right so you better come on down
C# Bbm
To the inner-west, come and visit the turf
Bbm A
You see my crew be runnin' Sydney like the City2Surf
C# Bbm
From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the 'burbs
Bbm A
They say that dude smooth Nicolas, he slick with them words
[Hook]
C# Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean"
C# Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
Bbm A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
C# Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Verse 2]
C# Bbm
The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed
Bbm A
But I'm taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow
C# Bbm
See my sign's goat, as in G.O.A.T
Bbm A
Make my way from A to B while spelling out what's plain to see
C# Bbm
My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, looked over and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
When we'd rock up to your house party, rollin' twenty deep
Bbm A
Turnin' off your Black Eyed Peas and throwin' on some BDP
C# Bbm
[?], R—O—C, Eminem or D—R—E
Bbm A
RSE, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris
C# Bbm
For the moment probably be that OVO or TDE
Bbm A
But homie this that O—N—E, that D—A—Y, that E—N—T
C# Bbm
Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
Bbm A
It's like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream
C# Bbm
I'm tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Hook]
C# Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean
C# Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
Bbm A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
C# Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Outro]
C# Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Bbm A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
C# Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Bbm A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
C# Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Bbm A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
C# Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Bbm A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
If You Know What I Mean
Chords
C# 9 11 11 10 9 9
Bbm 6 8 8 6 6 6
A 5 7 7 6 5 5
Pattern
C# Bbm Bbm A
C# Bbm
Now once upon a time not long ago (not long ago)
Bbm A
There was an Occa kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
C# Bbm
He's not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (on a roll)
Bbm A
Goin' all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
C# Bbm
See I been all up in the dojo practicin' my braggadocio
Bbm A
Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
C# Bbm
Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
Bbm A
A quick jazz cigarette then I'm takin' my solo
C# Bbm
If you ain't heard about it ask around
Bbm A
On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out
C# Bbm
Get love on every corner walkin' through our part of town
Bbm A
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right so you better come on down
C# Bbm
To the inner-west, come and visit the turf
Bbm A
You see my crew be runnin' Sydney like the City2Surf
C# Bbm
From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the 'burbs
Bbm A
They say that dude smooth Nicolas, he slick with them words
[Hook]
C# Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean"
C# Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
Bbm A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
C# Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Verse 2]
C# Bbm
The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed
Bbm A
But I'm taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow
C# Bbm
See my sign's goat, as in G.O.A.T
Bbm A
Make my way from A to B while spelling out what's plain to see
C# Bbm
My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, looked over and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
When we'd rock up to your house party, rollin' twenty deep
Bbm A
Turnin' off your Black Eyed Peas and throwin' on some BDP
C# Bbm
[?], R—O—C, Eminem or D—R—E
Bbm A
RSE, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris
C# Bbm
For the moment probably be that OVO or TDE
Bbm A
But homie this that O—N—E, that D—A—Y, that E—N—T
C# Bbm
Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
Bbm A
It's like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream
C# Bbm
I'm tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Hook]
C# Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
Bbm A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
C# Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean
C# Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
Bbm A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
C# Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
Bbm A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean
[Outro]
C# Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Bbm A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
C# Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Bbm A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
C# Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Bbm A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
C# Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Bbm A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
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