Put On Tha Set Lyrics - W.c.

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack 

with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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 

Fuck 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 

Fuck 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 fucked 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