I Wish

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 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
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

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 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 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?
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 rats 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 at 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

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 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 little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I was little bit taller, y'all
I wish I was a baller

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller

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
Ah yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that

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 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

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