If You Know What I Mean

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#                    
See I been all up in the dojo 
 Bbm
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#                   
If you ain't heard about it ask 
Bbm
around
         Bbm                    A
On any given Sunday bet we turn the 
party out
         C#                    
Get love on every corner walkin' 
Bbm
through our part of town
         Bbm                      
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price 
A
Is Right so you better come on down
          C#                   Bbm
To the inner-west, come and visit 
the turf
         Bbm                      
You see my crew be runnin' Sydney 
A
like the City2Surf
          C#                      
From the pretty beach sides to the
Bbm
 sticks in the 'burbs
          Bbm                     
They say that dude smooth Nicolas, 
A
he slick with them words

[Hook]
            C#                     
I was rollin' with my brosef and he
Bbm
 turned and said to me
Continúa después del anuncio
            Bbm                    
"Homie, you been goin' in since we 
 A
was only seventeen"
             C#                    
I said "I ain't one to blow my own,
Bbm
 but I tend to agree
             Bbm                   
If a, you know what I—you know what
  A
 I mean, what I mean"
             C#                    
Now the punters say the love the 
Bbm
way I spit it on the beat
             Bbm                   
It put the roof over my head and 
  A
put the kicks up on my feet
             C#                
Nothin' changed, still a couple 
      Bbm
snakes, we cut them blades of green
              Bbm                  
If a, you know what I—you know what
   A
 I mean

[Verse 2]
           C#                      
The sorta shit that they let fly, I
 Bbm
 could do with my eyes closed
           Bbm                     
But I'm taking the high road, tryna
    A
 scale heights, never fall off cause
 I climb slow
          C#           Bbm
See my sign's goat, as in G.O.A.T
         Bbm                 
Make my way from A to B while 
         A
spelling out what's plain to see
          C#                    
My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, 
     Bbm
looked over and said to me
          Bbm                      
"Homie, you been goin' in since we 
   A
was only seventeen"
           C#                  
When we'd rock up to your house 
        Bbm
party, rollin' twenty deep
           Bbm                     
Turnin' off your Black Eyed Peas 
     A
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#                    
For the moment probably be that OVO
Bbm
 or TDE
             Bbm               
But homie this that O—N—E, that 
     A
D—A—Y, that E—N—T
              C#                   
Nowadays we got our names up on the
      Bbm
 list and drinks are free
           Bbm                     
It's like something I think I saw 
       A
in a vision or a dream
              C#                   
I'm tryna paint the kind of picture
       Bbm
 that make you picture the scene
                Bbm               
If a, you know what I—you know what 
A
I mean



[Hook]
              C#                   
I was rollin' with my brosef and he
   Bbm
 turned and said to me
             Bbm                   
"Homie, you been goin' in since we 
      A
was only seventeen"
              C#                   
I said "I ain't one to blow my own,
   Bbm
 but I tend to agree
              Bbm                  
If a, you know what I—you know what
    A
 I mean, what I mean
              C#                   
Now the punters say the love the 
    Bbm
way I spit it on the beat
            Bbm                    
It put the roof over my head and 
        A
put the kicks up on my feet
             C#                
Nothin' changed, still a couple 
         Bbm
snakes, we cut them blades of green
            Bbm                  A
If a, you know what I—you know what 
I mean



[Otro]
              C#                
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, 
        Bbm
don't wanna toot my own horn
            Bbm                  
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, 
         A
don't wanna write my own score
              C#                   
But they like it, they love it, 
       Bbm
they buy it, they bump it, recite it
              Bbm                  
Turn it up and then they bump it up
       A
 some more
               C#               
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, 
            Bbm
don't wanna toot my own horn
               Bbm               
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, 
              A
don't wanna write my own score
                 C#                
But they like it, they love it, 
          Bbm
they buy it, they bump it, recite it
                Bbm                
Turn it up and then they bump it up
      A
 some more