I Ain't Mad at All

I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all
Kick it
I turned around and I hit him with my bike
Give me a break y'all
Na, na, na, na, na, na
I'm all about makin' some fat louies
Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Like fried ice cream
Don't want to sleep and misbehave
What you know

You ask why you livin' foul
He's the Flavor mack
First there was super fly but Flavor's got more style

I don't wanna go but I can't stay here no more
Noodles, neon noodles on a fifth chillin' with a toy
'Cause on the di Flavor snatched her up
Sing that shit gee
But Flavor Flav got too much on file , boyee

You can try to cop my style
I feel like bustin' loose
They picked me up put me in a wagon
Motorcycles, candy bars, Peter Paul

You be a star and the man try to jail ya
'Cause you got Flavor workin' day and nite
I ain't mad at all
I ain't mad at all

Again here we go, again here we go
Again here we go, again here we go
Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script
There's a Flavor Flav so what your girlie
Before she wanna sneak out early

And you can't tell because your crackin' up

Why they wanna keep me down?
He tried to bite me, he tried to get me

Let me hear you say
Flavor Flave, he ain't mad at all, boyee
What you know 'bout that boy?

I got the feeling I got to tell ya
Yo check out my honey hoe's
Eating Brussels sprouts but he had a big bite
I don't pollute so why should I give a hoot
I ain't mad at all
You flatlinin', you flatlinin' you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all
I ain't mad at all

The bottom fell out and my ass start draggin'
Can't never have a nice dream

Understand what I'm saying
Kick it

I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all
He's chillin' thought he had a pit bull
Bustin' loose
Why you gonna go and do that

Give me nightmares
So I can buy my kids
I ain't mad at all, I ain't mad at all
Why you wanna play me
He's the Flavor mack
Who put the cuffs on Flava