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 (rpt 1, 1) [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/skee+lo/i+w\\... ] 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 really 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 tho' 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 Well then I'ma 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 your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my (rpt 1, 1) I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller (3) Hey, I wish I had