Tom: Db 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