WC, the MAAD Circle - Put On Tha Set lyrics

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
Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! 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
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 on the Martin show
Hangin with Sheneneh sippin on a four oh
Now I know I'm trippin "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
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 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 niggas 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 real or just a 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


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 it'self
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 niggas can't hang
Fuck a obstacle fool
I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time comin
So I swung 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 JJ
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 JJ'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 JJ the pussy was dy no-mite though
I must admit the ho had a
Mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set