| Lyrics: | 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-a |
