| «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) |