Put On Tha Set Lyrics

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  

 *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