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Now this may sound disgusting an' like very gross
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But it's sure to have your trippin'
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So y'all listen close
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It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar
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But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called Pickin' Boogers
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Now what I'm emceein' might not seem kosher to you
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But it's still somethin' we all have to do
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So go up your nose with a finger or two
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And pull out one or a crusty crew
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Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray
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'Cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day
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Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip
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With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
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Take it from the Biz Markie because I'm jokin'
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And also, remember this slogan
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"Hey, ma, what's for dinner?
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Go up your nose and pick yourself a winner"
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Pickin' Boogers
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Pickin' Boogers
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Let me tell you what happened on the train, man
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I was coolin' one say with my partner Kane
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Headed up to the rooftop, ridin' the D train
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When the man sittin' next to me was so profane
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He'd stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain
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(You should 'a moved)
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I was just about, but al of a suddern, homeboy just pulled out
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A big, green, slimey - naw, I'm not even gonna say it
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But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it
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He sat there for a while with it in his hand
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So I tried to play cool like a normal man
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So I laid my head back to catch a quick nap
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All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap
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Now Kane sat there laughin' like it was all a joke
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But a brother like Biz Markie had almost choked
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So I dug up my nose and pulled out about five
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And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye
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Then the man jumped up and said what's wrong with you
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And wiped 'em off his face and said I can't mess with you
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Like if I did somethin' that was so full of shame
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But yo, you got to know the name of the game
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Pickin' Boogers
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Pickin' Boogers
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Now let me take you trippin' dow memory lane
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Back in public school with my partner Kane
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When I was class clown and he was my brotherr
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Sittin' at the desk, pluckin' boogers at each other
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Never do our work as we were supposed
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'Cause we was too busy diggin' up our nose
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And in the lunch room, we would talk about rude
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God forbid the person that had to leave his food
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No matter who you are, we didn't give a damn
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We even put teachers down with the program
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Whether it was a woman or if you're a man
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We put boogers in our fingers then shake your hand
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Catch anyone from anywhere
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But the best part about it's catchin' Kane out there
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Especially we're out playin' ball in the gym
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I put boogers on the basketball and pass it to him
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Now we're grown up and things have changed
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But we still be playin' the Pickin' Boogers game
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Just last night when Kane was gettin' ready
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I slippped a litte green one inside his spaghetti
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Pickin' Boogers
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Pickin' Boogers
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Let me tell you what happened with this girl
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One night at Latin Quarters, I was standin' at ease
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And saw a gorgeous yound lady that I wanted to skeeze
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I didn't show enough that I really did want it
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So, no half-steppin', I pushed up on it
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Pulled out the gold cable and a knot that was fat
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Had a spotlight beamin' on my Biz Markie hat
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But when she stepped in the light and she got real close
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I saw a teeny-weenie booger on the tip of her nose
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She was dressed real def and her body was hook
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But that dried-up boogeer just ruined the look
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Pickin Boogers
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| Biz Markie |
