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I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my nigg* Coolio, got me to' the fk back
High as a UFO, standin in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the walls
Now a nigg*'s spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* nigg* what do I see?
It's me, that nigg* Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm buzzed
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
d*mn, this s**t 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*
a**hole naked standin in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin when yo' as* 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 motherfker 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 motherfker named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigg* was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight girls
Them was c*ck blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fk the s**t 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 s**t, nigg* I'm wet
fk 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 can't hang
fk a obstacle fool, I had them buff girls 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 girls behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Good Times
Here was me and this nigg* 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 as* like Thelma, t*ts like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fked around and boned her
Like J.J. the p*ssy was dy-no-mite though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set