I Wish-Skee-Lo

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...