Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Mad At All, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 22.08.1994
Song language: English
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 |
| Understand what I’m saying |
| I’m all about makin some fat louies |
| So I can buy my kids |
| Motorcycles, candybars, Peter Paul |
| Flavor Flave, he ain’t mad at all |
| Boyee |
| Poppa’s got a brand new flav so once |
| Again here we go (X 4) |
| I ain’t mad at all (X 3) |
| 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 (X 2) |
| I ain’t mad at all (X 2) |
| 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 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 (X 6) |
| 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… |