
I love you
I wish I was 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 ImpalaI wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could 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 upon 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
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ‘em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the 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’ nameGlad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her typeI 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, What
See I can’t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho’ on figuero
When I’m in my car I can’t even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I’m gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it’s hard to survive
Livin’ in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin’ me by
She looks fly,Hey, I wish I had my way
‘Cause everyday would be a Friday
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
Ahhhh, yes, ain’t that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that
FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.
PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.
BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and put them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you need.
FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.
PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.
RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.
CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.
DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.
BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.
LIBERTARIAN/ANARCHO-CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.
SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.