Horrorshow - If you know what i mean

Now ^C#once upon a time n^Bbmot long ago (not long ago) There w^Bbmas an Occa kicking rhy^Ames up in the land of rock and roll He's n^C#ot a rocker, just a sto^Bbmner on a roll (on a roll) Goin' ^Bbmall out on the road and ^Atryna make the honour roll See I b^C#een all up in the dojo ^Bbmpracticin' my braggadocio Learned^Bbm to toot my own horn, b^Alow my saxophone and my oboe Soprano,^C# alto, baritone, maste^Bbmred my high and low notes A quick j^Bbmazz cigarette then I'^Am takin' my solo If you ai^C#n't heard about it as^Bbmk around On any gi^Bbmven Sunday bet we turn ^Athe party out Get love ^C#on every corner walkin^Bbm' through our part of town Yeah, you^Bbm that lucky winner, Price^A Is Right so you better come on down To the inn^C#er-west, come and vis^Bbmit the turf You see m^Bbmy crew be runnin' Sydney ^Alike the City2Surf From the p^C#retty beach sides to the^Bbm sticks in the 'burbs They say t^Bbmhat dude smooth Nicolas,^A he slick with them words

I was rollin^C#' with my brosef and he^Bbm turned and said to me "Homie, you ^Bbmbeen goin' in since we w^Aas only seventeen" I said "I ain^C#'t one to blow my own,^Bbm but I tend to agree If a, you kno^Bbmw what I—you know what I^A mean, what I mean" Now the punte^C#rs say the love the wa^Bbmy I spit it on the beat It put the ro^Bbmof over my head and put ^Athe kicks up on my feet Nothin' chang^C#ed, still a couple snake^Bbms, we cut them blades of green If a, you know^Bbm what I—you know what I ^Amean

The sorta s^C#hit that they let fly, I ^Bbmcould do with my eyes closed But I'm tak^Bbming the high road, tryna sca^Ale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow See my sig^C#n's goat, as ^Bbmin G.O.A.T Make my w^Bbmay from A to B while spelling^A out what's plain to see My man was^C# shotgun in the 'Yota, look^Bbmed over and said to me "Homie, yo^Bbmu been goin' in since we was^A only seventeen" When we'd r^C#ock up to your house party, ^Bbmrollin' twenty deep Turnin' off^Bbm your Black Eyed Peas and thr^Aowin' on some BDP [?], R—O—C, ^C#Eminem or D—^BbmR—E RSE, ^BbmBnE or Suffa, Pressu^Are, and Debris For the momen^C#t probably be that OVO^Bbm or TDE But homie thi^Bbms that O—N—E, that D—A—^AY, that E—N—T Nowadays we go^C#t our names up on the list ^Bbmand drinks are free It's like s^Bbmomething I think I saw in a vis^Aion or a dream I'm tryna pain^C#t the kind of picture that m^Bbmake you picture the scene If a, you know w^Bbmhat I—you know wha^At I mean

I was rollin' ^C#with my brosef and he tu^Bbmrned and said to me "Homie, you b^Bbmeen goin' in since we was on^Aly seventeen" I said "I ain'^C#t one to blow my own, bu^Bbmt I tend to agree If a, you know^Bbm what I—you know what I m^Aean, what I mean Now the punter^C#s say the love the way I ^Bbmspit it on the beat It put the r^Bbmoof over my head and put the ki^Acks up on my feet Nothin' chang^C#ed, still a couple snakes, ^Bbmwe cut them blades of green If a, you kn^Bbmow what I—you know wh^Aat I mean

Don't wanna bl^C#ow my own trumpet, don't w^Bbmanna toot my own horn Don't wanna ^Bbmbeat my own drum kit, don't wa^Anna write my own score But they like ^C#it, they love it, they buy i^Bbmt, they bump it, recite it Turn it up and^Bbm then they bump it up some m^Aore Don't wanna blo^C#w my own trumpet, don't wanna^Bbm toot my own horn Don't wanna bea^Bbmt my own drum kit, don't wanna w^Arite my own score But they like it,^C# they love it, they buy it, ^Bbmthey bump it, recite it Turn it up and t^Bbmhen they bump it up some ^Amore