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Now once upon a time not long ago
Not long ago
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 s**t 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
