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