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, candy bars, Peter Paul Flavor Flave, he ain't mad at all, boyee
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once Again here we go, again here we go Again here we go, again here we go I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all, 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 Brussels 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 He's the Flavor mack
I ain't mad at all 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 super fly 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 ain't mad at all I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all I ain't mad at all, 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