Song Lyrics

Not a lot of bling
When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing
From the womb to the tomb
Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom

Doom, your reputation precedes you
Wail 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, takes one to know one, will know - it's unscented
Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time
Before everybody and they mother rhyme
What a crime - beats is the same way
Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lames pay
Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet
Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit
He didn't listen, titty kissing the city glistened
Depending on what from what position you're sitting
In the pissy wind, is this thing whistling?
Who let the spinning whispering jinn in?

The Villain again? Without a doubt
That's his name, don't play it out
Or spray it, when you say it out your mouth
Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour
And told him take a gold shower, for faking funk, soul power
Stocky, short and cocky
Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken English slang, not cockney
Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop cock blocking 'B'
Hold something for your daily 'ya' habit
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit
How 'bout the sicko say stab it?
There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted
And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend
What I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
Why his eyes widened
He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hiding
Took pride in riding in a sly wise guy grin

Real recognize real
On the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steel
Please, at least respect your ideals
How you got her walking along the stroll in high heels?

He said her mama was getting old
God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role
Straight to the head
He know a lot of haters can't wait 'til he dead
Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know will change his back do', how trife
Rules is rules, don't go there
Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair
Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
Why everybody always picking on Danger?

And Doom, maybe it's him
Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim
Make me up a margarita I need to take a swim
Tell them kids remember school - if they let them out, cool
But get the hell from out the pool



[Master Shake Talking]
Hey shit head, it's me again!
And you know what? I just heard, IT'S ALL DONE NOW!
And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number
You know what?! You suck!
You suck! Your music sucks!
And i hate your sucky stupid metal face!
I hope you burn, you're going down!
This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make
You suck!!! I hate your guts!...
But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind
Thank you

Brian Joseph Burton, Daniel Dumile Thompson

The duration of Bada Bing is 4:27 minutes and seconds.