The good, the bad, the ugly.This here, this is for my head there.In pursuit of that good life, keep your boots laced tight.If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice.Ever since I could remember, I'm pursuing my dream.Finally got my * together, now I'm doing my thing.I'm selling cookies and cream, on the corners to fiends.The written studio, making bomb tapes and CDs.Now you might see my face on the video screen.Got a Mia, how many homies know what I mean?It feels good to see the Raza in the casa.Now they see me and say what's up, home scapasa.Bow down, get the low down.By on the brown cry.You see them locos ain't local no more, ho boy, we worldwide.And when I'm good, I'm good.And when I'm bad, I'm bad.And when I'm ugly, I make people sad and I get mad.I'm the low down, I get that, you have to be cool.This be the local with my homies packing quests.Now when I'm good, I'm glad.And when I'm bad, I'm glad.And when I'm ugly, I make people mad and sad.And when I'm spoon, I make people mad.You want to be the good of the land, when I'm mad and bad.And when I'm hungry, I make people sad and mad.You want to be the good of the land, when I'm hungry, I get you mad.I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I catch real badI ride into your town, amigo, I'm the bad one, that's my styleIt's funny, I've been wanted for a whileDead or alive, dead or alive, don't have to take me deadBut I refuse to die, that's why I'm making sure they come up shyWalking to the cantina and everybody says mira, it's himLittle Rob with the hair on his chin as the bartender for a bottleHe said if you do me a bottle, what is it? I'm only here for a visitHe said I got some dinero, pero here's what you must doIt's something that can only be done by youBut why don't you cut to the chase, cause I ain't got time to wasteAnd if you don't tell me straight, I'm gonna spit in your faceThe whole cantina got quiet, I yelled out don't try itI turned around, and all them hit, they hit the groundI look back at the bartender, better watch your bartenderBartender, give me your money, I'm * bad and you're funnyNow when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I make people sad and madWhen I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I catch real badNow when I'm good, I'm goodWhen I'm good, I'm good, when I'm badI'm bad, I'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I make people sadNow when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I catch real badI ride into the west, full of belts across my chestWith the sun set to guide me to the place where it's so freshOn the back of a black horse with a rifle strapped to the sideWe born to ride, we do or die, we stay aliveBut nevertheless, I still keep my sick shooter hangin' off my chestI make a mess out of those who try to tripI'm drownin' off in my three-man crewIt's like the trash coat mocked all of my syllablesDesperados on a mission, took your * like Lil' T in ColoradoMiddle of the air, bro, I'm wet, boy, I mess up with the badLittle rock from San Diego, great trick of fingersWhile the west comes slingin'Now when I'm wanted, better alive, we ridin' highSide by side, into the night, hit your town and bailLeakin' empty shells and bloody trailsAnd train you, for everyone to see how we doWhen I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I make people sad and madWhen I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I catch real badNow when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I make people sadNow when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm ugly, I get real mad