Curren$y - 3 Wishes lyrics

In the studio I read a magazine They had a column in there asking people If they had 3 wishes What would they wish for? So I figured I'd ask myself.. So if I had 3 wishes This right here would be my first: I wish I could bomb drop from the top of the Superdome On my skateboard, head up Claiborne! Ollie over curbs in the 3rd Ward And then shook through the Calliope Holla at tough guy Dodo Let him bang my brand new album In his Range Rov Puff a couple L's with him Go home and change clothes Aqua green Polo, with matching Bally Animals. And then it's on to Gentilly To holla at my n***a Soulja Slim From the CutThroat Committee Split up a Philly, fill it with sticky And talk about all the hoes we f**ed In out city. Give him dap and a hug Then I gotta get going, St. Bernard I holla at my homey Ace Let him see my new whip, ride out To the IHOP in the east and get a Bowl of cheese grits.. That's what I wish for See, the 3 people I was talking about They're not alive no more East is a part of New Orleans Destroyed by Hurricane Katrina Here's my 2nd wish: [Verse 2] I just wish my n***a Wayne Would get the respect that he deserves In this f**in game, he's the illest With these words, I know I might've said That sh** before, but I'm just making sure It's heard! And that my n***a Maine would Have the same success that I have Cause I'm oh-so blessed, yes And for my n***a Dizzy, 10 million Platinum plaque, cause you work hard Homeboy, you deserve that And then we'd have a spliff Won't crumble to pieces like them other Real cliques. And we all get rich Then we all have kids They they all get rich, then they All have kids. Then they all get rich Then they have some more kids.. Then they all stay rich and Those kids have more kids And they all get rich, then those kids Have kids and they all get rich.. alright, alright I know that was a big wish.. But I have a lot of people That I wanna thank, I feel like they Deserve that.. now it's time for the 3rd wish: [Verse 3] I just wish that my ex girl would've never f**ed with one of my homies Cause it took a toll on me Now I give a f** about a b**h cause I feel like everyone is a phoney I'll never love again, move another b**h in Let her live in my crib, give her keys To my whip, sh**.. she ruined that For all these hoes - now it's YMOB You know what I do Young Money Over b**hes, I don't Give em tongue kisses, I just Hit em with that dick and have em Pose for naked pictures And show em to my n***as, and then I gotta flip em, let everybody get a piece And after that I send em Back to where they living, but with her I was different. Word on the street was She was wyling out pretending not to hear it Girl, you had a good n***a. Oh no, I wasn't Perfect, but I had a good spirit That's the last of my wishes.. That's a surprise to a lot of y'all huh? More than cars and skateboards and weed I did graduate n***a!