Lyric I Wish

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
(rpt 1, 1)

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
(rpt 1, 1)

I wish, I wish, I wish...