The Good, The Bad, The Ugly - Lil Rob, Lawless, Don Cisco

«The good

The bad

The ugly» --] Lee Van Cleef

Come on

Ha ha

Whoo

Yeah

Ha ha

You know the sound

That’s the call of the wild, homeboy

Me entientes?

Heh heh

It’s Cisco The Frisco Mac, Don Cisco

Lil Rob

And we gon' ride for the west side like this here

This is for the gente

In pursuit of that

Good life (That good life)

Keep the boots laced tight

If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice

Ever since I could remember, I pursuing my dream

Finally got my shit together, now, I’m doing my thing

I’m selling cookies and cream

On the corners to fiends

To rentin' studios

Making bomb tapes and CDs

Had the mic

See the face

On a video screen

Caramia

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 lowdown on that brown pride

You see them locos ain’t loco 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 to make

People sad

And I gets mad (Anda le)

Loc’ed out, lokete

Ya te dijo

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)

I ride into your town a 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

And I refuse to die, that’s why

I make it 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, they said, «If you do me, ya paro»

«What is it?»

I’m only here for a visit

He said, «I got some dinero, pero, this what you must do

It’s somethin'

That can only be done by you»

Well, won’t you cut to the chase, cause I ain’t got time to waste

And if they don’t tell me shit, I’m gonna spit in your face

The whole cantina got quiet

I doubt they’ll don’t try it

I turned around

And all them gente hit the ground

I look back at the bartender

Pero was a pretender

Bartender, give me ya money, I’m fuckin' bad and ya funny

Repeat Chorus (with variations)

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 (???) strap 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 has hellados

Desperados on the mission to your shit

Like Littleton, Colorado

Me los que probar huevo

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)