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 *