Bada Bing 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 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?

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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