Ghostec | Comp #1
Hey, this is radio station WSKEE
We're taking calls on the wish line
Making your wacky wishes come true...
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
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 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
Dang, 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 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?
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 110 until the 105
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"
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 goin' down
Ah, yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that
~ a hampter that is eepy
