The good, the bad, the ugly.Like this here, this is for my head.In pursuit of that good life, keep your boots laced tight.If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice.Ever since I can remember, been 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 step pasa.Bow down, get the low gain.I'm a brown pride.You see them locals 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 when I'm ugly, I make people sad.And I get mad.Now when I'm good, I'm glad.And when I'm ugly, I make people mad and sad.When I'm good, I'm glad.I make people sad and mad.And when I'm good, I'm glad.And when I'm ugly, I make people sad.I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I get real madI ride into your town, homie, caballoI'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 deadBetter refuse to die, that's whyI'm making sure they come up shyWalking to the cantina and everybody says, mira, it's himLittle Rob with the hair on his chinAs the bartender for a bottle, he said, if you do me a bottleWhat 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 *, I'm gonna spit in your faceThe whole cantina got quiet, I doubt I'll don't try itI turn around, and all them heads, they hit the groundI look back at the bartender, better watch your bartenderBartender, give me your money, I'm fuckin' bad and you're funnyNow when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I make people sad and madWhen I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm badAnd when I'm hungry, I get real madNow when I'm good, I'm goodWhen I'm good, I'm good, but 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, but when I'm badI'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I get real madI ride into the west, full of belts across my chestWith the sunset 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-code mafia of my syllablesDesperados on a mission to kill * like Lil' T in ColoradoMen don't care, bro, I'm Red BullI hook up with the bad little rock from San DiegoStraight trigger fingers while the west comes slingin'Now we on it, daddy, we're live, we ridin' highSide by side, into the night, hit your town and bailKeepin' empty shells and bloody trailsAnd train you for everyone to see how we doNow when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm badI'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I make people sad and madWhen I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm badI'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I get real madNow when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm badI'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I make people sadNow when I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm badI'm bad, and when I'm ugly, I get real mad