Hey this is radio station W S K E E
We`re takin` calls on the wish line
Making all your wacky wishes come true
Hello
1 I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a six four Impala
I wish I was like six foot nine
So I can get with Leoshi
Cause she don`t know me but yo she`s really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme a way to make her mine
Cause I know she`s livin phat
Her boyfriend`s tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
`Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I`m always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y`all! I never understood, black
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell `em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit with a bottle
And I been in the hospital
For talkin` that mess
I confess it`s a shame when you livin` in a city
That`s the size of a box and nobody knows yo` name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn`t her type
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I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I`m in my car I`m laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that`s flat
And do you really wanna know what`s really whack
See I can`t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is a bomb night
With the hood rats you can hold tight
But really tho` I `m a figaro
When I`m in my car I can`t even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I`ma have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 until the 105
Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it`s hard to survive when your livin`
In a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin` me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes me say my, my, my
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I wish I was a little bit taller...
I wish I was a baller...
I wish I was a little bit taller y`all
I wish I was a baller (3)
Hey, I wish I had my way
`Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo you know that`s on the real
So if you`re down on your luck
Then you should notice how I feel
Cause if you don`t want me around
See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
Hey, you , what`s that sound?
Everybody look what`s going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain`t that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like dat
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I wish, I wish, I wish...
