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 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 I 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 I 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 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'mma 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" 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 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 a little bit taller (I wish I was a little bit taller) I wish I was a baller (I wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller (I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller (I wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all) I wish I was a baller (I wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller (I wish I was a little bit taller) I 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 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 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 wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish