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"I Wish" is a song written and performed by American rapper Skee-Lo. It was released on April 10, 1995, via Scotti Brothers Records as the lead single from the rapper's debut studio album of the same name (1995). Recording sessions took place at Sunshine Studios in Hollywood, California. Production was handled by Walter "Kandor" Kahn and Skee-Lo himself.

"I Wish" peaked at number 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 and was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America for selling 600,000 copies domestically. Outside of the United States, "I Wish" peaked within the top ten of the charts in Finland, the Netherlands, Norway, Sweden, and Switzerland, the top 20 of the charts in Canada, Germany, New Zealand, and the United Kingdom, and the top 30 of the charts in Belgium and France.

Most of the song's instruments are sampled from "Spinnin'" by Bernard Wright, and the song features a vocal sample of people shouting from the track "Buffalo Gals" by Malcolm McLaren.

The song was nominated for Grammy Award for Best Rap Solo Performance at the 38th Annual Grammy Awards but lost to Coolio's "Gangsta's Paradise". Blender listed "I Wish" as number 359 on its list of "500 Greatest Songs Since You Were Born".
Performed By: Skee-Lo
Genre(s): Alternative hip hop, One Hit Wonder
Written by: Archie Leroy Roundtree, Anne Dudley, Malcolm Robert Andrew Mclaren, Trevor Horn
Released: April 10th, 1995
Year: 1995




Skee-Lo - I Wish Lyrics
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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?

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

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 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 get put in the hospital for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you living 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

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

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 '64 Impala

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
Uh and do you 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 though, 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
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 your living in a concrete jungle
And these girls keep passing me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes 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 '64 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 '64 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, 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)

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 '64 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 '64 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
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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?

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

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 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 get put in the hospital for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you living 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

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

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 '64 Impala

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
Uh and do you 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 though, 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
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 your living in a concrete jungle
And these girls keep passing me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes 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 '64 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 '64 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, 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)

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 '64 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 '64 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
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Writer: Archie Leroy Roundtree, Anne Dudley, Malcolm Robert Andrew Mclaren, Trevor Horn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing


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