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    "I Wish" Lyrics


    Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
    We're takin' calls on the wish line
    Making all your wacky wishes come true


    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 six-four impala

    I wish I was like six-foot-nine
    So I can 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 a way 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, black
    Why the jocks get the fly girls

    And me I get the hood rats
    I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
    Got hit with a bottle
    And I been 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 by the thoughts of me and her together
    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 whack
    See I can't even get a date
    So, what do you think of that?
    I heard that prom night is a bomb night
    With the hood rats you can hold tight
    But really tho' I 'm a figaro
    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'ma have to get in my car and go
    You know I take the 110 until the 105
    Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
    Cause it's hard to survive when your 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 y'all
    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 dat
    (rpt 1, 1)

    I wish, I wish, I wish (fade out)
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Anne Dudley, Archie Leroy Roundtree, Lo Skee, Malcolm Robert Andrew Mclaren, Trevor Horn.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    track 12
    I Wish [1995]
    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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