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Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
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Amos Delone
Amos Delone
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Mike Underwood
Mike Underwood
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Todd Tracey
Todd Tracey
Гитара
Kenny B
Kenny B
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Andre Storey
Andre Storey
Бас
Rod Jones
Rod Jones
Бас
Craig Sharmat
Craig Sharmat
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Hazze
Hazze
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Danielle LaMette
Danielle LaMette
Бэк-вокал
Kimberly Poullard
Kimberly Poullard
Бэк-вокал
Phyllis Roundtree
Phyllis Roundtree
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
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Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Автор песен
Malcolm McLaren
Malcolm McLaren
Автор песен
Antoine Shaunell Roundtree
Antoine Shaunell Roundtree
Автор песен
Alvin Flythe, Jr
Alvin Flythe, Jr
Автор песен
Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Skee-Lo
Skee-Lo
Продюсер
Walter "Kandor" Kahn
Walter "Kandor" Kahn
Продюсер
Todd Tracey
Todd Tracey
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Sven Holcomb
Sven Holcomb
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Colin Sauers
Colin Sauers
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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 I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish
Writer(s): Archie Leroy Roundtree, Skee-lo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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