Put On Tha Set

歌詞

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the f**k back High as a UFO, standin in my drawers in the hall, talkin to the walls Now a nigga's spooked, umm *Snagglepuss voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped! I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga what do I see? It's me, that nigga Dub C on the TV Now I know I'm buzzed cause I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged Damn, this shit is like the Twilight Zone *sings theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed! Cause now I'm havin illusions, illusions of me on channel eleven on a black and white tube and Mack and the Gene are one of mine show Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness! Let me change the TV and Dizamn! Once again there I go But this time it's channel thirteen on Arsenio I'm smokin a wet one on the couch Givin up a fat middle finger to the crowd I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever seen peep the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set Chorus: *singers* Asshole naked standin in front of the set; I'm wet Ain't no escapin when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet Look, look, way up in the sky everybody just look, look, and you'll find me flyin high So there I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized Kickin off the scenery right before me eyes High as a motherf**ker what was I to do? Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control and now I see myself on Highway Patrol Runnin from the Feds tryin to make my get away but there's *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay And now exhausted from this drama I needed a rest So I went on channel four so I can catch my breath Now who's this after five minutes of bein there I met this motherf**ker named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air Yeah this nigga was funny I must admit it but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me cause I told em I wanted to f**k the shit out of Hillary, ooh Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I know is she was lookin good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh I can't believe this shit, nigga I'm wet F**k tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set Chorus Still blowed from the chemicals I'm askin was it worth it Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger Cause now I see myself on channel nine on the Gladiators I'm swingin on a rope with a gauge Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't hang F**k a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runnin Mass confusion now I hear one-time comin So I swing to the exit, jumped off and jetted Thank God mama kept the baby gat ready I left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two and there I found myself on Good Times Here was me and this nigga named J.J. Out on a double date, just sippin on Kool-Aid Now umm, ain't no need for me to pretenda like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like Walona Drunk off the Mad Dog I f**ked around and boned her Like J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite though I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo' I'm on tha set