Verse 1
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Swollen Pockets, inflation of pocksectomy
Caught from constant sweatin` of me which I fought
with anti-perspirant
A total loss, cuz it only works when
sweat is physical not mental
And when its mental potential disorder
Like H20 = Water
it`s sorta on the border of the Vapors
One day, chillin` at Green Acres
Me and the fellas just cruisin` through
Sound system blastin` as usual
I saw this chick, she was legit, she was wit`
The Pillsbury Dough Boy, I mean her boyfriend
She played him like a marshmellow
when she said, Oh gosh! There go Phase!
and rushed me like a quarterback
Asked me for my autograph, I laughed
Pulled out my pen, asked her where she wanted it
She lifted up her shirt and said Write it on my stomach
Swollen Pockets...
Verse 2
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How can I make a livin`?
Sellin` drugs, performin` at clubs
Or makin` license plates in prison?
I chose b) see? So now I`m good to G-O
Where`s the brother with my dough?
He tried to snow me in a sum of Miami
He d-e-efinitely gets a eye jammy, word to Granny
I speak the truth, ask Dr. Ruth
Westheimer, unless you`re kinda
funny, honey, speak to a comedian
cuz you`re disobedient
I`m on a F-Train, or you might see me in a Blazer
with Phase written on the side and
slippin` and slidin` in sauce
Writing with force
Rhythm take control, it`s yours
Swollen Pockets...
Verse 3
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You sniff and sneeze and cough
And (?) medicine
Tylenol, Excederin
Dristan and Buffrin, didn`t do nothin`
I`m still suffering
I`m not a star, cuz stars seem to fall
Like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar I stand tall
And high, but keep a low pro`
I`m not a baker, but I still roll the dough
I`m solo, single, I like to mingle
Pockets bulked like Hulk, played by Lou Ferrigno
I`m sick of this, it`s gettin` quite ridiculous
You`re sweatin` me, gettin` me steamed, makin` it seem
like I`m arrogant, conceited and obnoxious
It`s not my fault, it`s the result of Swollen Pockets...
