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 bad
And when I'm hungry, I get real mad
I ride into your town, homie, caballo
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
Better 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 *, I'm gonna spit in your face
The whole cantina got quiet, I doubt I'll don't try it
I turn around, and all them heads, they hit the ground
I look back at the bartender, better watch your bartender
Bartender, give me your money, I'm fuckin' bad and you're funny
Now when I'm good, I'm good, but 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, but when I'm bad, I'm bad
And when I'm hungry, I get real mad
Now when I'm good, I'm good
When I'm good, I'm good, but 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, but when I'm bad
I'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I get real mad
I ride into the west, full of belts across my chest
With the sunset 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-code mafia of my syllables
Desperados on a mission to kill * like Lil' T in Colorado
Men don't care, bro, I'm Red Bull
I hook up with the bad little rock from San Diego
Straight trigger fingers while the west comes slingin'
Now we on it, daddy, we're live, we ridin' high
Side by side, into the night, hit your town and bail
Keepin' empty shells and bloody trails
And train you for everyone to see how we do
Now when I'm good, I'm good, but 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, but when I'm bad
I'm bad, and when I'm hungry, I get real mad
Now when I'm good, I'm good, but 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