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 bad
And when I'm hungry, I catch real bad
I ride into your town, amigo, I'm the bad one, that's my style
It's funny, I've been wanted for a while
Dead or alive, dead or alive, don't have to take me dead
But I refuse to die, that's why I'm making sure they come up shy
Walking to the cantina and everybody says mira, it's him
Little Rob with the hair on his chin as the bartender for a bottle
He said if you do me a bottle, 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 something that can only be done by you
But 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 yelled out don't try it
I turned around, and all them hit, they hit the ground
I look back at the bartender, better watch your bartender
Bartender, give me your money, I'm * bad and you're funny
Now when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I make people sad and mad
When I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I catch real bad
Now when I'm good, I'm good
When I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad
I'm bad, I'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I make people sad
Now when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I catch real bad
I ride into the west, full of belts across my chest
With the sun set to guide me to the place where it's so fresh
On the back of a black horse with a rifle strapped to the side
We born to ride, we do or die, we stay alive
But nevertheless, I still keep my sick shooter hangin' off my chest
I make a mess out of those who try to trip
I'm drownin' off in my three-man crew
It's like the trash coat mocked all of my syllables
Desperados on a mission, took your * like Lil' T in Colorado
Middle of the air, bro, I'm wet, boy, I mess up with the bad
Little rock from San Diego, great trick of fingers
While the west comes slingin'
Now when I'm wanted, better alive, we ridin' high
Side by side, into the night, hit your town and bail
Leakin' empty shells and bloody trails
And train you, for everyone to see how we do
When I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I make people sad and mad
When I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I catch real bad
Now when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I make people sad
Now when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm ugly, I get real mad