Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   I Ain't Mad at All

        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, 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...