Текст песни WC and the MAAD Circle - Put On Tha Set
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I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shackwith my nigga Coolio, got me to` the fuck backHigh as a UFO, standin in my drawersin the hall, talkin to the wallsNow 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 TVNow I know I`m buzzedcause I`m on the TV but the TV`s unpluggedDamn, 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, illusionsof me on channel eleven on a black and white tube andMack and the Gene are one of mine showHangin with Sinead and they sippin on the four-ohNow I know I`m trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!Let me change the TV andDizamn! Once again there I goBut this time it`s channel thirteen on ArsenioI`m smokin a wet one on the couchGivin up a fat middle finger to the crowdI`m faded, but not in a way in which you ever seenpeep the side effects, yeah, I`m on the setChorus: *singers*Asshole naked standin in front of the set; I`m wetAin`t no escapin when yo` ass is wet; I`m wetLook, look, way up in the sky everybody justlook, look, and you`ll find me flyin highSo there I was, standin in front of the set mesmerizedKickin off the scenery right before me eyesHigh as a motherfucker what was I to do?Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I`m on channel twoPeep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I`m out of controland now I see myself on Highway PatrolRunnin from the Feds tryin to make my get awaybut there`s *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bayAnd now exhausted from this drama I needed a restSo I went on channel four so I can catch my breathNow who`s this after five minutes of bein thereI met this motherfucker named the Fresh Prince of Bel AirYeah this nigga was funny I must admit itbut his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight bitchesThem niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin mecause I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, oohNow what`s a realer trip to fantasy, all I knowis she was lookin good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huhI can`t believe this shit, nigga I`m wetFuck tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I`m on the setChorusStill blowed from the chemicals I`m askin was it worth itCause like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I`m nervousCause now the TV`s changin by itself, uh-oh dangerCause now I see myself on channel nine on the GladiatorsI`m swingin on a rope with a gaugeBoom, bang bang, you niggaz can`t hangFuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runninMass confusion now I hear one-time cominSo I swing to the exit, jumped off and jettedThank God mama kept the baby gat readyI left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-twoand there I found myself on Good TimesHere was me and this nigga named J.J.Out on a double date, just sippin on Kool-AidNow umm, ain`t no need for me to pretendalike my date was all that like J.J.`s boo-boo Belindayo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like WalonaDrunk off the Mad Dog I fucked around and boned herLike J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite thoughI must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo`I`m on tha set