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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... |
