[Verse 1]
Now this may sound disgusting and like very gross
But it's sure to have you trippin', so yo, listen close
It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar
But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called Pickin' Boogers
Now what I'm sayin' might not be kosher to you
But it's still somethin' we all have to do
So go up your nose with a finger or two
And pull out one or a crusty crew
Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray
'Cause we all pick our boogers some time every day
Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip
With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
Take it from the Biz Markie because I'm jokin'
And also, remember this slogan
"Hey, ma, what's for dinner?
Go up your nose and pick a winner"
[Chorus]
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you what happened on the train, man
I was coolin' one day with my partner Kane
Headed up to the Rooftop, ridin' the D train
When the man sittin' next to me was so profane
He'd stick his finger up his nose, damn near to his brain
(You should 'a moved)
I was just about, but all of a sudden, homeboy just pulled out
A big green slimy — nah, I'm not neven gonna say it
But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it
He sat there for a while with it in his hand
So I tried to play cool and like ignore the man
So I laid my head back to catch a quick a nap
All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap
Now Kane sat there laughing like it was all a joke
But a brother like Biz Markie had almost choked
So I dug up my nose and pulled out about five
And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye
Then the man jumped up and said "What's wrong with you?"
And wiped them off his face and said "I can't mess with you!"
Like if I did something that was so full of shame
But yo, you got to know the name of the game
Now this may sound disgusting and like very gross
But it's sure to have you trippin', so yo, listen close
It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar
But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called Pickin' Boogers
Now what I'm sayin' might not be kosher to you
But it's still somethin' we all have to do
So go up your nose with a finger or two
And pull out one or a crusty crew
Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray
'Cause we all pick our boogers some time every day
Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip
With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
Take it from the Biz Markie because I'm jokin'
And also, remember this slogan
"Hey, ma, what's for dinner?
Go up your nose and pick a winner"
[Chorus]
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you what happened on the train, man
I was coolin' one day with my partner Kane
Headed up to the Rooftop, ridin' the D train
When the man sittin' next to me was so profane
He'd stick his finger up his nose, damn near to his brain
(You should 'a moved)
I was just about, but all of a sudden, homeboy just pulled out
A big green slimy — nah, I'm not neven gonna say it
But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it
He sat there for a while with it in his hand
So I tried to play cool and like ignore the man
So I laid my head back to catch a quick a nap
All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap
Now Kane sat there laughing like it was all a joke
But a brother like Biz Markie had almost choked
So I dug up my nose and pulled out about five
And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye
Then the man jumped up and said "What's wrong with you?"
And wiped them off his face and said "I can't mess with you!"
Like if I did something that was so full of shame
But yo, you got to know the name of the game
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