| Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
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| We’re takin' calls on the wish line
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| Making all your wacky wishes come true
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| Hello
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| 1-I wish I was little bit taller
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| I wish I was a baller
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| I wish I had a girl who looked good
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| I would call her
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| I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
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| And a six four Impala
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| I wish I was like six-foot-nine
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| So I can get with Leoshi
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| Cause she don’t know me but yo she’s really fine
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| You know I see her all the time
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| Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
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| I can scheme a way to make her mine
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| Cause I know she’s livin phat
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| Her boyfriend’s tall and he plays ball
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| So how am I gonna compete with that
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| 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
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| I’m always last to be picked
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| And in some cases never picked at all
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| So I just lean up on the wall
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| Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
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| Who came to watch their men ball
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| Dag y’all! |
| I never understood, black
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| Why the jocks get the fly girls
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| And me I get the hood rats
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| I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
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| Got hit with a bottle
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| And I been in the hospital
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| For talkin' that mess
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| I confess it’s a shame when you livin' in a city
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| That’s the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
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| Glad I came to my senses
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| Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
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| Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
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| Right?
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| So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her type
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| (rpt 1, 1)
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| I wish I had a brand-new car
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| So far, I got this hatchback
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| And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
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| And when I’m in my car I’m laid back
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| I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
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| But that’s flat
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| And do you really wanna know what’s really whack
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| See I can’t even get a date
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| So, what do you think of that?
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| I heard that prom night is a bomb night
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| With the hood rats you can hold tight
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| But really tho' I 'm a figaro
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| When I’m in my car I can’t even get a hello
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| Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
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| Well then I’ma have to get in my car and go
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| You know I take the 110 until the 105
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| Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
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| Cause it’s hard to survive when your livin'
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| In a concrete jungle and
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| These girls just keep passin' me by
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| She looks fly, she looks fly
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| Makes me say my, my, my
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| (rpt 1, 1)
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| I wish I was a little bit taller…
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| I wish I was a baller…
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| I wish I was a little bit taller y’all
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| I wish I was a baller (3)
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| Hey, I wish I had my way
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| 'Cause everyday would be a Friday
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| You could even speed on the highway
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| I would play ghetto games
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| Name my kids ghetto names
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| Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
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| Yo you know that’s on the real
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| So if you’re down on your luck
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| Then you should notice how I feel
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| Cause if you don’t want me around
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| See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
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| Hey, you, what’s that sound?
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| Everybody look what’s going down
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| Ahhhh, yes, ain’t that fresh?
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| Everybody wants to get down like dat
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| (rpt 1, 1)
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| I wish, I wish, I wish |