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I Ain't Mad at All Lyrics

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Public Enemy : I Ain't Mad at All Lyrics

Songwriters: Doo, R; Shocklee, K; Drayton, William; Dehaney, C; Ridenhour, Carlton; The Alias K B;

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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, 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