I Ain't Mad At All - Public Enemy

I ain’t mad at all

Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script

Don’t want to sleep and misbehave

Understand what I’m saying

I’m all about makin some fat louies

So I can buy my kids

Motorcycles, candybars, Peter Paul

Flavor Flave, he ain’t mad at all

Boyee

Poppa’s got a brand new flav so once

Again here we go (X 4)

I ain’t mad at all (X 3)

What you know

What you know bout that boy?

Noodles, neon noodles

On a fifth chillin with a toy

He’s chillin

Thought he had a pit bull

Eating brussel sprouts but he had a big bite

He tried to bite me He tried to get me I turned around and I Hit him with my bike

They picked me up Put me in a wagon

The bottom fell out and my ass start draggin

Who put the cuffs on Flava

Why you gonna go and do that

He’s the Flavor mack (X 2)

I ain’t mad at all (X 2)

Yo check out my honey hoe’s

Sing that shit gee

There’s a Flavor Flav

So what your girlie

Before she wanna sneak out early

Cause on the di Flavor snatched her up First there was superfly

But Flavor’s got more style

And you can’t tell because your crackin up Let me hear you say…

Kick it Kick it I ain’t mad at all (X 6)

I got the feeling I got to tell ya You be a star

And the man try to jail ya I don’t pollute

So why should I give a hoot

You ask

Why you livin foul

Na na na na na na

Why they wanna keep me down?

Cause you got Flavor workin day and nite

Why you wanna play me Like fried ice cream

Give me nightmares

Can’t never have a nice dream

I feel like bustin loose

Bustin loose

Give me a break y’all

You can try to cop my style

But Flavor Flav got too much on file

Boyee

I don’t wanna go but I can’t stay here no more

I ain’t mad at all

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You flatlinin, you flatlinin you know what I’m sayin

Who put the cuffs…