["The good, The bad, The ugly" --] Lee Van Cleef

[Don Cisco]
Come on, haha
Whoo! Yeah
Haha, You know the sound
That's the call of the wild, homeboy
Me entiendes? Heh heh
It's Cisco The Frisco Mac, Don Cisco, Gee, Lil Rob
And we gon' ride for the West side like this here
This is for the gente!

[Verse 1: Don Cisco]
In pursuit of that good life
Keep the boots laced tight
If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice
Ever since I could remember, been pursuing my dream
Finally got my shit together, now I'm doing my thing
From selling cookies and cream on the corners to fiends
To rentin' studios making bomb tapes and CDs
Had the mic, seen my face on the video screen
Cara mia! 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 low down on that brown pride
You see them locos 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 I'm that ugly that make people sad, and I gets mad
Loc'ed out, lokete, ya te digo
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)

[Verse 2: Lil Rob]
I ride into your town on 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
But I refuse to die, that's why
I'm making 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
He said, "If you do me, a paro."
"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 somethin' that can only be done by you"
Well, 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 doubt that they'll try it, I turned around
And all them gente hit the ground
I look back at the bartender, perro was a pretender
"Bartender, give me ya' money, I'm fuckin' bad and ya' funny"
Repeat Chorus (with variations)

[Verse 3: Mr. Gee]
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 rifle strapped 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 mas helados
Desperados on the mission took your shit
Like Littleton, Colorado me los quiebro ahuevo
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)