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 *** 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