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One Hit Wonders Lyrics
Skee-Lo
I Wish Lyrics
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...
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