flag Oh so you dont agree? Its bread on two sides with meat in the middle, that makes a sandwich doesnt it? Dont sub sandwiches have connected bread too? A quick overview states: "While a hot dog technically fits the common definition of a sandwich (a filling between two pieces of bread), many people argue it's not a sandwich due to its unique characteristics and cultural significance" Brother, its literally a sandwich. anyway Hey, this is radio station WSKEE We're taking calls on the wish line Making 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 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 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? 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 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" (not all the lyrics but my computer is laging a bit.) :)
