CURREN$Y - 3 Wishes

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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, play ball!

Ollie over curbs in the 3rd Ward

And then shook through the?

Holla at tough guy Dodo

Let him bang my brand new album

In these Range Roves

Puff a couple L's with him

Go home, change clothes

I go bring Polo, with matching Bally

Animals. And then it's on to?

To holla at my nigga Soulja Slim

From the CutThroat Committee

Split up a Philly, fill it with sticky

And talk about all the hoes we fucked

In out city. Give my man 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:

I just wish my nigga Wayne

Would get the respect that he deserves

In this fuckin game, he's the illest

With these words, I know I might've said

That shit before, but I'm just making sure

It's heard! And my nigga Maine would

Have the same success that I have

Cause I'm oh-so blessed, yes

And for my nigga Dizzy, 10 million

Platinum plates, 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... 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:

I just wish that my ex girl would've never

Fucked with any of my homies

Cause it took a toll on me

Now I give a fuck about her baby cause

I feel like everyone is a phoney

I'll never love again, move another bitch in

Let her live in my crib, give her keys

To my whip, shit... she ruined that

For all these hoes – now it's YMOB

You know what I do

Young Money Over Bitches, 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 niggas, 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 nigga. 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 nigga!

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