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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
Programming
Craig Sharmat
Craig Sharmat
Guitar
Amos Delone
Amos Delone
Keyboards
Andre Storey
Andre Storey
Bass
Danielle Lamette
Danielle Lamette
Background Vocals
Hazze
Hazze
Scratches
Kimberly Poullard
Kimberly Poullard
Background Vocals
Mike Underwood
Mike Underwood
Bass
Phyllis Roundtree
Phyllis Roundtree
Background Vocals
Rod Jones
Rod Jones
Guitar
Todd Tracey
Todd Tracey
Bass
Kenny Bee
Kenny Bee
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
Songwriter
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Songwriter
Malcolm McLaren
Malcolm McLaren
Songwriter
Antoine Shaunell Roundtree
Antoine Shaunell Roundtree
Songwriter
Alvin Flythe, Jr
Alvin Flythe, Jr
Songwriter
Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
Arranger
Rooster
Rooster
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
Producer
Colin Sauers
Colin Sauers
Assistant Engineer
Sven Holcomb
Sven Holcomb
Assistant Engineer
Todd Tracey
Todd Tracey
Assistant Engineer
Walter Khan
Walter Khan
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, this is radio station WSKEE
We're taking calls on the wish line
Making your wacky wishes come true
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Verse 1]
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 on 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?
[Verse 2]
'Cause when it comes to playin' 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 they 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, skiddle, scabobble
Got hit with a bottle and been in the hospital for talkin' that mess
[Verse 3]
I confess, it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows your 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
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Verse 4]
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 wanna know what's really wack?
See, I can't even get a date, so what you think of that?
I heard that prom night is a bomb night
With the hood rats you can hold tight
But really though, I'm Figaro
When in my car, I can't even get a hello
[Verse 5]
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 on Crenshaw, tell my homies, look alive
'Cause it's hard to survive when you're livin' in
The concrete jungles and these girls keep passin' me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Make me say, my, my, my
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Refrain]
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, y'all (Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
I wish I was a baller (Wish I was a baller)
I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
I wish I was a baller (Wish I was a baller)
I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all)
I wish I was a baller (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
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 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
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Chorus]
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 '64 Impala
[Outro]
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish...
Written by: Alvin Flythe, Jr, Anne Dudley, Malcolm McLaren, Skee-Lo, Trevor Horn
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