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    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 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  Overcommeth by the 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 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...  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 notice 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...