Bada Bing
DANGERDOOM Lyrics
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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
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
The song "Bada Bing" by DANGERDOOM (a collaboration between MF DOOM and producer Danger Mouse) is a rap song that explores themes of reputation, violence, and street life. The title itself is likely a reference to the catchphrase of Tony Soprano, the main character of the popular TV show The Sopranos, which often depicted organized crime and violence in New Jersey. The first verse references a lack of material possessions ("not a lot of bling") but emphasizes the power and influence that comes with doing "the thing." The song then goes on to describe various characters and situations, including a "villain" who rhymes in broken English slang and has a reputation for violence, a "lone ranger" who keeps a "snotty chicken" on E (a reference to ecstasy), and a person dealing with a difficult family situation ("her mama was getting old").
Throughout the song, there is a sense of chaos and unpredictability that reflects the themes of street life and violence. The lyrics are often abstract and poetic, with wordplay and references to popular culture. Overall, "Bada Bing" is a vivid portrayal of a gritty urban world, with all of its complexities and dangers.
Line by Line Meaning
Not a lot of bling
The person does not have a lot of expensive jewelry
When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing
He completes a task quickly and easily
From the womb to the tomb
From birth to death
Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom
Get that cheese easily and quickly
Doom, your reputation precedes you
Your reputation precedes yourself, Doom
Wail 'til you crack and see what 'weed' do, you dweeb you
Wait until you become high and see what it is like, nerd
No pun intended, takes one to know one, will know - it's unscented
No pun intended, only someone like him would know, it's undetectable
Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time
Hey son, they were crazy when they sent it from the past
Before everybody and they mother rhyme
Before everyone started rapping
What a crime - beats is the same way
It's a shame - the music sounds the same
Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lames pay
Make them want to fight for little pay
Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet
On game day, a penalty is called for wearing the wrong helmet
Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit
The flow of the music is smooth
He didn't listen, titty kissing the city glistened
He didn't listen, he was too focused on the glamour of the city
Depending on what from what position you're sitting
Depending on your perspective
In the pissy wind, is this thing whistling?
In an unpleasant situation, is that thing making noise?
Who let the spinning whispering jinn in?
Who let in the talking demon?
The Villain again? Without a doubt
The Villain is back, no question
That's his name, don't play it out
That's what he goes by, don't wear it out
Or spray it, when you say it out your mouth
Don't disrespect him when you say his name
Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour
Then he ignored him for an hour
And told him take a gold shower, for faking funk, soul power
And told him to shower with gold for pretending to have funk and soul power
Stocky, short and cocky
Stout, small and confident
Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky
Looks like Apollo Creed after his fight with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken English slang, not cockney
Rapped in broken English slang, not cockney
Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees
He was thirteen when he first saw a girl with attractive knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop cock blocking 'B'
Had to ask her father to stop preventing him from seeing her
Hold something for your daily 'ya' habit
Hold onto something for your daily habit of getting high
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit
Then go, quickly and easily
How 'bout the sicko say stab it?
What about when the sick person tells you to stab it?
There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted
There's alcohol and clothing for the skilled
And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend
And Heineken, I told him thank you, friend
What I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
What do I have to pay to just touch her thighs?
Why his eyes widened
That's why his eyes widened
He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hiding
He didn't know the host had a pleasant surprise hidden away
Took pride in riding in a sly wise guy grin
Proudly rode with a sly smile
Real recognize real
Real people recognize other real people
On the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steel
On the microphone, the beats are powerful and metal-like
Please, at least respect your ideals
Please, at least respect your beliefs
How you got her walking along the stroll in high heels?
How did you convince her to walk the streets in high heels?
He said her mama was getting old
He said her mother was aging
God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role
God bless her, now your role is to avoid drama
Straight to the head
Straight to the point
He know a lot of haters can't wait 'til he dead
He knows many people hate him and can't wait for him to die
Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewife
Leave quickly, like a prostitute, to a strange and abnormal house
Only thing he know will change his back do', how trife
The only way he knows how to change is through deception, how wrong
Rules is rules, don't go there
Follow the rules, don't cross that line
Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair
Stay for sale like an old coat made of mohair
Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
Keep a entitled girl on Ecstasy, the Lone Ranger
Why everybody always picking on Danger?
Why is everyone always criticizing Danger?
And Doom, maybe it's him
And Doom, perhaps it's him
Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim
Called up my lady, told her there's not much chance
Make me up a margarita I need to take a swim
Make me a margarita, I need to swim
Tell them kids remember school - if they let them out, cool
Tell the kids to remember school - if they skip, that's fine
But get the hell from out the pool
But get out of the pool
Hey shit head, it's me again!
Hey idiot, it's me again!
And you know what? I just heard, IT'S ALL DONE NOW!
And do you know what? I just heard that it's all over now!
And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number
And somehow you must have lost my phone number
You know what?! You suck!
You know what?! You're terrible!
Your music sucks!
Your music is terrible!
And i hate your sucky stupid metal face!
And I hate your terrible metal-like face!
I hope you burn, you're going down!
I hope you fail, you're going down!
This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make
This is the last big mistake you'll ever make
You suck!!! I hate your guts!...
You're terrible!!! I hate you!
But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind
But, if there is another project in the future, please consider me
Thank you
Thank you
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BRIAN JOSEPH BURTON, DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@TheJuicernator
MF 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 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, takes one to know one, well no - 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 Kreig after he fought with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken Eng-a-lish 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 crab pit
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 or wheels of 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 gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know: it changes back though, 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!!*}
[Master Shake]
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
{*phone hangs up*}
[Meatwad performs Verse 1 from Beef Rap]
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
(Food, we need food!)
[Meatwad sings]
Cause I can't, stop that pimpin any more
I forgot 'bout why I started, pimpin for!
[Carl]
There you go, yeah! That's good!
@Douglas-ep5jc
Verse: MF 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 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, takes one to know one, well no - 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 Kreig after he fought with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken Eng-a-lish 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 crab pit
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 or wheels of 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 gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know: it changes back though, 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
[Interlude: Master Shake]
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
[Outro: Meatwad & Carl]
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on-on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure, if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of {shit} and they ain't never seen the justice
(That was off the beat)
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud, so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
(Food, we need food!)
Cause I can't, stop that pimpin any more
I forgot 'bout why I started, pimpin for!
There you go, yeah! That's good!
@dgayle2348
I need y'all to understand that this man, seemingly out of nowhere, rapped an anecdote about his first girlfriend at the age of 13 and how he paid her drug user father to potentially let him have sex with her just to point out that he never wanted to have sex with her in the first place but instead expose the father as a sicko. This is a different level of rap.
@BigHotSauceBoss69
Lead to gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know it changes back though, how trife
Idk any other rapper who would ever, or could ever, come up with this song. RIP DOOM
@rotaryskratch18
Yep, nice reference.
*wack, tho
@HoTOutlaw
GODDAMMIT!!! I have a whole MF Doom playlist with the majority of his tracks. Rest in Peace, Brother. #TrueHipHop
@TheJuicernator
MF 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 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, takes one to know one, well no - 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 Kreig after he fought with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken Eng-a-lish 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 crab pit
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 or wheels of 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 gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know: it changes back though, 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!!*}
[Master Shake]
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
{*phone hangs up*}
[Meatwad performs Verse 1 from Beef Rap]
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
(Food, we need food!)
[Meatwad sings]
Cause I can't, stop that pimpin any more
I forgot 'bout why I started, pimpin for!
[Carl]
There you go, yeah! That's good!
@plasticballs
thank you for the first three lines of this song exclusively
@asare240
Man i wish i could find this instrumental. Its soo good
@thelegendinhisownmind7038
Right? Dangermouse is in a league of very few.
@skelevators
this beat is just too good..
@SwiftLyricist
for maximum effect keep this track on repeat!