Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bada Bing, artist - Dangerdoom. Date of issue: 16.10.2005
Song language: English
Bada Bing |
| 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 lame’s 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 kissin the city glistened |
| Depending on what from what position you’re sittin |
| In the pissy wind, is this thing whistlin? |
| Who let the spinnin whisperin djinn 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 fakin 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 cockblockin B Hold somethin for your daily yay 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 hidin |
| Took pride in ridin in a sly wiseguy grin |
| … real recognize real |
| On the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steel |
| Please, at least respect your ideals |
| How you got her walkin along the stroll in high heels? |
| He said her mamma was gettin 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 pickin 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 'em out, cool |
| But get the hell from out the pool |
| (*BEEP!!*} |
| Hey, 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 |