The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Lyrics

["The good, The bad, The ugly" --] Lee Van Cleef [Don Cisco] Come on, haha Whoo! Yeah Haha, You know the sound That's the call of the wild, homeboy Me entiendes? Heh heh It's Cisco The Frisco Mac, Don Cisco, Gee, Lil Rob And we gon' ride for the West side like this here This is for the gente! [Verse 1: Don Cisco] In pursuit of that good life Keep the boots laced tight If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice Ever since I could remember, been pursuing my dream Finally got my shit together, now I'm doing my thing From selling cookies and cream on the corners to fiends To rentin' studios making bomb tapes and CDs Had the mic, seen my face on the video screen Cara mia! how many homeboys knows what I mean It feels good to see the Raza in the casa Now they see me and say, "What's up holmes, que pasa" Bow down! Hit the low down on that brown pride You see them locos ain't local no more, homeboy We worldwide! And when I'm good, I'm good And when I'm bad, I'm bad And I'm that ugly that make people sad, and I gets mad Loc'ed out, lokete, ya te digo This vida loca with my homeboys, packin' cuetes Chorus: Lawless (Don Cisco in background) The good, the bad (Now when I'm good, I'm good) The ugly (When I'm bad, I'm glad) Which one of these fools (And when I'm ugly) You wanna see (I make people mad and sad) The good, the bad (When I'm good, I'm good) The ugly (When I'm bad, I'm glad) Which one of these fools (And when I'm ugly) You wanna be (I gets real mad) The good, the bad (When I'm good, I'm good) The ugly (When I'm bad, I'm glad) Which one of these fools (And when I'm ugly) You wanna see (I make people sad and mad) The good, the bad (When I'm good, I'm good) The ugly (But when I'm glad, I'm bad) Which one of these fools (And when I'm ugly) You wanna be (I gets real mad) [Verse 2: Lil Rob] I ride into your town on mi caballo I'm the bad one that's my style It's funny I done want it for a while Dead or alive, dead or alive They'll have to take me dead But I refuse to die, that's why I'm making sure they come up shy Walk into the cantina and everybody says: "Mira It's him, Lil Rob, with the hair on his chain" Ask the bartender for a bottle He said, "If you do me, a paro." "What is it? I'm only here for a visit." He said, "I got some dinero, pero, here's what you must do" "It's somethin' that can only be done by you" Well, why don't you cut to the chase 'Cause I ain't got time to waste And if you don't tell me straight, I'm gonna spit in your face The whole cantina got quiet I doubt that they'll try it, I turned around And all them gente hit the ground I look back at the bartender, perro was a pretender "Bartender, give me ya' money, I'm fuckin' bad and ya' funny" Repeat Chorus (with variations) [Verse 3: Mr. Gee] I ride into the West with a belt across my chest With the sunset to guide me, to the place where souls rest On the back of a black horse, with a rifle strapped to the side We born to ride, we do or die to stay alive But nevertheless I still keep my six shooter hangin' off my chest I make a mess out of those who try to trip I'm down to off and my three-man crew It's like the Trench Coat Mafia, los mas helados Desperados on the mission took your shit Like Littleton, Colorado me los quiebro ahuevo I hooked up with the bad Lil Rob from San Diego Straight trigger fingers, wildest west gunslingers Wanted, dead or alive, we ridin' high Side by side into the night Hit your town and bail Leaving empty shells and bloody trails In plain view for everyone, to see, how we do Repeat Chorus (with variations)