Bada Bing Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

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 till you crack and see what we do, you dweeb you 

No pun intended, takes one to know one 

We'll 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 

Dependin' 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 wise guy 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 mama 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 till 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 

Hey shithead, 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