Put On Tha Set

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 [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 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 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 ho had a mug as ugly as Flo' I'm on tha set