Hello?
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
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 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 up on the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their man 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, sca-bobble"
Got hit with a bottle and put in a 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
Overcometh by thoughts of me and her together, right?
So when I asked her out, she said I wasn't her type
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
I wish I had a brand-new car, so far I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo, I get laughed at
And when I'm in my car, I'm laid back
I got an eight-track, and a spare tire in the backseat, but that's flat
And do you wanna know what's really wack?
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 a hood rat you can hold tight
But really though, I'm Figaro, when in my car, I can't even get a hello
Well, so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
One day, I'ma have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 1-10 until the 1-0-5
Get off at Crenshaw, tell my homies, "Look alive"
'Cause it's hard to survive when you're living in a concrete jungle
And these girls keep passin' me by
She looks fly, she looks fly, make me say, "my, my, my"
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
I wish I was a little bit taller (wish I was a little bit taller)
I wish I was a baller (wish I was a baller)
I wish I was a little bit taller (wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
I wish I was a baller (wish I was a baller)
Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
Wish I was a baller (wish I was a baller)
Wish I was a little bit taller (wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
Wish I was a baller (yeah)
Hey, I wish I had my way 'cause every day would be a Friday
And 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
Ah, yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that
Wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
Wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala
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