if you know what i mean Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Bm][G#dim][E][G#dim]
[Am][Bm][E]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Now
once upon a time not long ago
There was an archer kickin
rhymes up in
Atlanta
Rock and roll,
he's not a rocker just a stoner on a roll
[E]Going[Am] all out on the road and
tryna make the honor roll
See I've been all up in the dojo,
[C]practicing my braggadocio
Learned [Bm]it to my own h[Am]ornblow,
[E]my saxophone and my [Am]oboe
Soprano, alto, bari[C]tone,
master my high and low notes
[Am]A qu[Bm]ick jazz cigarette,
[E]then I'm taking my solo
If [Am]you ain't heard about it, a[C]sk around
On [Am]any given
[Bm]Sunday, bet we turn the [E]party out
Get [Am]love on every corner,
walking through out[C]law town
Yeah, [Bm]you that lucky when the price is right
[E]So you better come on down [Am]to the
Inner
West, [C]come and visit the turf
You'll see my [Bm]crew be runnin'
Sydney [E]like the city to surf
[Am]From the pretty beach sides to
the [C]sticks and the burps
They say that [Am]dude's
[Bm]Smooth
[E]Nicholas, he's slick with [Am]them words
I was rollin' with my bros, so
[C]Fanny
Turner said to me
[Am]Only [Bm]you been goin'
in since [E]we was only 17
I [Am]said I ain't one to blow my [C]own,
but I tend to agree
If
[Am]I, you k[Bm]now what
I, [Am]you know [E]what I mean, what I mean
Now the [Am]punters say they love
the [C]way I spit it on the beat
Put the [Bm]roof over my head and [E]put
the kicks up on my feet
Noth[Am]ing changed, still a couple [C]snakes,
we cut them blades of green
If
I, [Bm]you know what
I, you know [E]what I [Am]mean[C]
[Bm][E][Am]
[C][Am][Bm][E]
The sort of shit that [Am]they let fly,
I could [C]do with my eyes closed
But I'm taking a [Am]high [Bm]road,
tryna [Am]scale height[C]s, never fall off
Cause I climb slow, see my [Am]signs go, as in
[C]G dot
O dot
A dot
T
[Am]Make my [Bm]way from
A to
[Am]B, while s[C]pelling ou[Am]t
what's [C]plain to [Am]see
My man with shotgun in the
Yoda, [C]looked over and said to me
Homie [Bm]you been going in
since [E]we was only 17
[Am]When we rock up to your
house [C]party rollin' 20
D
[Am]Turnin' [Bm]off your black eyed
peas an[E]d throwin' on some
B .D .P.
R .B [Am].G.,
R .O .C.,
[C]M &M or
D .R .E.
R .S [Bm].C.,
B &E or [E]suffer pressure and debris
[Am]For the moment probably be that
[C]O .V .O. or
T .D .E.
But [Am]homie this that
O .N .E. that
[E]D .A .Y. that
E .N .T.
Nowadays [Am]we got our names up
[C]on the list and drinks are free
It's like [Bm]something I think [E]I
saw in a vision or a dream
I'm [Am]trying to paint the kind of picture
[C]that make you picture the scene
If
I, [Am]you know [Bm]what
I, you know [E]what I mean
[Am]I was rolling with my bros, so
[C]Fanny
Turner said to me
Hom[Am]ie, y[Bm]ou been going
in since [E]we was only 17
I [Am]said I ain't one to blow my [C]own,
but I tend to agree
If
I, [Bm]you know what
I, you know [E]what I mean, what I mean
Now the [Am]punters say they love
the [C]way I spit it on the beat
Put the [Bm]roof over my head and [E]put
the kicks up on my feet
Noth[Am]in' changed, still a couple [C]snakes,
we cut them blades of green
If I [Am]you know what
I, you know [E]what I mean
Don't [Am]wanna blow my own trumpet,
don't wanna [C]toot my own horn
Don't wanna [Am]beat my own drum kit,
don't wanna write my [E]own score
But they [Am]like it, they love it,
they [C]buy it, they bump it, recite it
Turn it [Bm]up and then they
bump it [E]some more
Don't [Am]wanna blow my own trumpet,
don't wanna toot my own horn
Don't wanna be my [Bm]own drumkit
Don't wanna [E]ride my own score
But they [Am]like it, they love it,
they buy it
[C]They bump it, recite it, turn it [Bm]up
And then they bump it [E]some more