WC & The Maad Circle - Put On Tha Set lyrics

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack With my n***a Coolio, got me to' the f** back High as a UFO, standin' in my drawers In the hall, talkin' to the walls Now a n***a's spooked, umm Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped! I'm tripping! n***a what do I see? It's me, that n***a Dub C on the TV Now I know I'm buzzed Cause I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged Damn, this sh** 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 a**hole naked standin in front of the set; I'm wet Ain't no escapin when yo' a** 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**er 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 motherf**er named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air Yeah this n***a was funny I must admit it But his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight b**hes Them n***as was co*k blockin, talkin bout k**in me Cause I told em I wanted to f** the sh** 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 sh**, n***a I'm wet f** tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set [Hook] 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 n***as can't hang f** a obstacle fool, I had them buff b**hes runnin Ma** 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 b**hes behind Til I got to channel fifty-two and there I found myself on Good Times Here was me and this n***a 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 a** like Thelma, titties like Walona Drunk off the Mad Dog I f**ed around and boned her Like J.J. the p**y was dy-no-mite though I must admit the ho had a mug as ugly as Flo' I'm on tha set