Bada Bing
Danger Doom Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Danger Doom's song Bada Bing offer a glimpse into the gritty world of street life and the criminal underworld. The opening lines suggest a lack of ostentation and a focus on practicality: "Not a lot of bling / When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing." This is followed by a reference to the journey from birth to death and the importance of obtaining wealth along the way: "From the womb to the tomb / Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom."


The song then shifts to a focus on the rapper Doom, whose reputation precedes him and who is compared to a weed that can crack even the toughest of individuals: "Doom, your reputation precedes you / Wail 'til you crack and see what 'weed' do, you dweeb you." The lyrics also reference the crime-infested streets and the competitive world of hip hop, where the beats are similar and artists struggle to make a living: "What a crime - beats is the same way / Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lames pay."


The rest of the song touches on subjects like infidelity, poverty, deception, and betrayal, offering a vivid and often brutal portrayal of life on the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

Not a lot of bling
The singer does not value flashy things


When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing
The singer completes tasks swiftly and effectively


From the womb to the tomb
The singer will be hustling from birth till death


Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom
The artist will quickly and easily obtain money


Doom, your reputation precedes you
Doom has a notable reputation before he even enters a room


Wail 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you
The singer taunts another character for being weak and inexperienced


No pun intended, takes one to know one, will know - it's unscented
The singer makes a pun while acknowledging that he is guilty of the same thing


Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time
The artist enjoys music from a previous era and respects it


Before everybody and they mother rhyme
The artist appreciates rap from a time when it was not as mainstream


What a crime - beats is the same way
The artist believes that beats in modern rap sound the same


Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lames pay
The singer believes that beats in modern rap are so bad that someone would rather work a low-paying job on the streets than listen to them


Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet
The artist compares bad rap beats to a foul football play and an unsafe helmet


Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit
The singer appreciates a quality rap performance


He didn't listen, titty kissing the city glistened
The singer believes that some rappers try too hard to fit in with a particular city (likely New York)


Depending on what from what position you're sitting
The singer acknowledges that perspective can change what someone thinks about a certain situation


In the pissy wind, is this thing whistling?
The artist questions if something is worth it when it is surrounded by negative things


Who let the spinning whispering jinn in?
The artist references a jinn (an Islamic supernatural entity) that is causing trouble


The Villain again? Without a doubt
The singer is not surprised to be causing trouble again


That's his name, don't play it out
The singer insists that people use his actual name instead of trying to make it sound cool


Or spray it, when you say it out your mouth
The artist does not appreciate when other people try to sound like him


Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour
The artist ignored someone for an extended period of time


And told him take a gold shower, for faking funk, soul power
The artist called someone out for acting fake


Stocky, short and cocky
The singer describes himself in a concise manner


Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky
The artist jokingly compares himself to a famous boxer after a fight


Rhymed in a broken English slang, not cockney
The singer raps in a unique manner that is not specific to any one culture


Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees
The singer reminisces about his first sexual experience (at age 13) with a woman who had attractive knees


Had to tell her pops, yo stop cock blocking 'B'
The singer had to tell the woman's father to stop interfering with their romantic activities


Hold something for your daily 'ya' habit
The artist offers someone drugs to satisfy their addiction


Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit
The artist plans to take the drugs and experience a quick, intense high


How 'bout the sicko say stab it?
Someone in the room is acting aggressively


There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted
The room has more than just drugs available to consume


And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend
The artist thanks someone for providing them with a bottle of Heineken beer


What I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
The artist asks how much he must pay a woman to only touch her thighs


Why his eyes widened
Another character was surprised by the artist's question


He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hiding
The singer has an unexpected move that he can use to his advantage


Took pride in riding in a sly wise guy grin
The artist is happily smirking to himself about his situation


Real recognize real
The singer believes that people with true skills can identify others with the same skills


On the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steel
The singer is a talented rapper


Please, at least respect your ideals
The singer insists that people stay true to their values


How you got her walking along the stroll in high heels?
The artist questions how another character gained the attention of a woman


He said her mama was getting old
Another character made an excuse for why he was able to woo the woman


God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role
The woman's mother has passed away, and the singer is encouraging the other character to avoid drama out of respect for her


Straight to the head
The singer is blunt in his delivery of this message


He know a lot of haters can't wait 'til he dead
The artist knows that there are people wishing for his downfall


Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewife
The artist is leaving like he has something better to do


Only thing he know will change his back do', how trife
The artist is trying to change his life


Rules is rules, don't go there
The singer is warning someone to follow the rules


Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair
The artist is encouraging someone to stay relevant


Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
The singer advises someone to not let their significant other get the best of them


Why everybody always picking on Danger?
The singer questions why he is constantly being targeted and criticized


Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim
The singer contacts his significant other to let them know he will be late or busy


Make me up a margarita I need to take a swim
The artist requests a drink to help him relax


Tell them kids remember school - if they let them out, cool
The artist is reminding children to attend school, but also acknowledges that they may choose to skip class


But get the hell from out the pool
The singer is telling people to leave him alone and let him relax


Hey shit head, it's me again!
A character is calling his enemy


And you know what? I just heard, IT'S ALL DONE NOW!
The character is happy that his enemy has been defeated


And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number
The character believes that his enemy has been ignoring his calls


You suck!
The character insults his enemy


Your music sucks!
The character insults his enemy's music


And i hate your sucky stupid metal face!
The character insults his enemy's appearance


I hope you burn, you're going down!
The character expresses a desire for his enemy to fail


This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make
The character warns his enemy to stop


I hate your guts!...
The character reiterates his hatred for his enemy


But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind
The character sarcastically suggests working together again in the future, despite his previous insults




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, NETTWERK ONE MUSIC (CANADA)LTD
Written by: BRIAN JOSEPH BURTON, DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@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!



All comments from YouTube:

@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!

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