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wc - put on tha set lyrics

i got put on the set, smokin jimmy jacks in a shack
with my n-gg- coolio, got me to’ the f-ck back
high as a ufo, standin in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the walls
now a n-gg-‘s spooked, umm
-snagglep-ss voice- heavens to merkatroids, i’m looped!
i’m tripping! -normal voice- n-gg- what do i see?
it’s me, that n-gg- 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 sh-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 -rs-nio
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-
-sshole naked standin in front of the set; i’m wet
ain’t no escapin when yo’ -ss 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-cker 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 motherf-cker named the fresh prince of bel
air
yeah this n-gg- was funny i must admit it
but his uncle and his cousin carlton was straight
b-tches
them n-gg-z was c-ck blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause i told em i wanted to f-ck the sh-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 sh-t, n-gg- i’m wet
f-ck 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 n-gg-z can’t hang
f-ck a obstacle fool, i had them buff b-tches runnin
m-ss 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 b-tches behind, til i got to channel
fifty-two
and there i found myself on good times
here was me and this n-gg- 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 -ss like thelma, t-tties like walona
drunk off the mad dog i f-cked 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

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