I Ain't Mad At All — Public Enemy

Let me hear you say...

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 I ain't mad at all

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

I ain't mad at all

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

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...