I wish
par Skee Lo
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Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
We´re takin´ calls off 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 ´64 Impala
I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could 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 of ways 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 upon 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
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ´em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put 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
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn´t her type
(rpt 1, 1)
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 wack, What
See I can´t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho´ on figuero
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´m gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it´s hard to survive
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 know just 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 that
(rpt 1, 1)
I wish, I wish, I wish...
We´re takin´ calls off 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 ´64 Impala
I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could 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 of ways 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 upon 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
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ´em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put 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
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn´t her type
(rpt 1, 1)
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 wack, What
See I can´t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho´ on figuero
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´m gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it´s hard to survive
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 know just 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 that
(rpt 1, 1)
I wish, I wish, I wish...