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 [x4]
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Let me tell you what happened on the train, man
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I was coolin' one day 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 sudden, homeboy just pulled out
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A big green slimy nah I'm not neven 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 and like ignore the man
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So I laid my head back to catch a quick a nap
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All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap
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Now Kane sat there laughing like it was all a joke
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But a brother like BizMarkie 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 them off his face and said "I can't mess with you"
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Like if I did something 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 [x4]
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Hmmm...
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Now let me take a trip down 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 brother
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Sittin' at the desk pluckin' boogers at each other
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Never doin' work as we was supposed
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Cause we was too busy diggin' up our nose
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And in the lunchroom you would talk about rude
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God forbid the person that'd 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 if it was a woman or if you a man
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We put boogers on our fingers then shake ya hand
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Catch anyone from anywhere
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But the best fun about it catchin' Kane out there
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Especially when we 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 slipped a little green one inside his spaghetti
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Pickin' Boogers [x4]
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Let me tell you what happened to me with this girl...
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One night at Latin Quarters I was standin' at ease
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I saw this gorgeous young lady that I wanted to skeez
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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 I knocked her with phat
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Had a spotlight beamin' on my BizMarck hat
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But when she stepped in the light and she got real close
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I saw a tiny weeny booger on the tip of her nose
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She was dressed real def and her body was hooked
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But that dried up booger just ruined her look
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I wanted to tell her about it but I couldn't be bold
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So I played if off and said "that's a cute green mole"
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I was hopin' from that she would wipe it away
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But she didn't do nothin' I guess she wanted it to stay
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I said before you get my number, I don't mean to diss you
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But write it in your hand because your gonna need the tissue
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Pickin' Boogers
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Biz Markie |