If You Know What I Mean - Horrorshow

There was an ocker kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll

He’s not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (On a roll)

Goin' all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll

See I been all up in the dojo practicin' my braggadocio

Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe

Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes

A quick jazz cigarette then I’m takin' my solo

If you ain’t heard about it ask around

On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out

Get love on every corner walkin' through our part of town

Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right and so you better come on down

To the inner west, come and visit the turf

You’ll see my crew be runnin' Sydney like the City2Surf

From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the 'burbs

They say «that dude Smooth Nicholas, he slick with them words»

I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me

«Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen»

I said «I ain’t one to blow my own, but I tend to agree

If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean»

Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat

It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet

Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green

If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed

But I’m taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb

slow

See my sign’s goat, as in G.O.A.T

Make my way from A to B while spelling out what’s plain to see

My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, looked over and said to me

«Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen»

When we’d rock up to your house party, rollin' twenty deep

Turnin' off your Black Eyed Peas and throwin' on some BDP

R.B.G, R.O.C, Eminem or D.R.E

R.S.E, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris

For the moment probably be that O.V.O or T.D.E

But homie this that O.N.E, that D.A.Y, that E.N.T

Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free

It’s like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream

I’m tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene

If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me

«Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen»

I said «I ain’t one to blow my own, but I tend to agree

If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean

Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat

It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet

Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green

If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

Don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn

Don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score

But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it

Turn it up and then they bump it up some more

Don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn

Don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score

But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it

Turn it up and then they bump it up some more