Public Enemy - I Ain't Mad at All lyrics
[Public Enemy - I Ain't Mad at All lyrics]
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
I ain't from around here
Understand what I'm saying
I'm all about makin some fat louies
So I can buy my kids
Motorcycles, candybars, Peter Paul
Flavor Flav, he ain't mad at all boy
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go i ain't mad at all
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go i ain't mad at all
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go what you know?
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go
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
Who put the cuffs on Flava
Why you gonna go and do that
He's the Flavor mack
Yo check out my honey ho'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 (xg)
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 night
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 flatlini'n
You flatlinin' you know what I'm sayin'
Get the cars, kick it
Who put the cuffs Flava
Why you gonna go and do that
Who put the cuffs Flava i ain't mad at all
Who put the cuffs Flavor Flav
I ain't mad at all
I ain't mad at all
Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script
Don't want to sleep and misbehave
I ain't from around here
Understand what I'm saying
I'm all about makin some fat louies
So I can buy my kids
Motorcycles, candybars, Peter Paul
Flavor Flav, he ain't mad at all boy
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go i ain't mad at all
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go i ain't mad at all
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go what you know?
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go
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
Who put the cuffs on Flava
Why you gonna go and do that
He's the Flavor mack
Yo check out my honey ho'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 (xg)
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 night
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 flatlini'n
You flatlinin' you know what I'm sayin'
Get the cars, kick it
Who put the cuffs Flava
Why you gonna go and do that
Who put the cuffs Flava i ain't mad at all
Who put the cuffs Flavor Flav
I ain't mad at all