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...