| «The good
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| The bad
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| The ugly» --] Lee Van Cleef
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| Come on
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| Ha ha
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| Whoo
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| Yeah
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| Ha ha
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| You know the sound
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| That’s the call of the wild, homeboy
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| Me entientes?
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| Heh heh
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| It’s Cisco The Frisco Mac, Don Cisco
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| Lil Rob
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| And we gon' ride for the west side like this here
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| This is for the gente
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| In pursuit of that
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| Good life (That good life)
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| Keep the boots laced tight
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| If you want major loot, you got to sacrifice
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| Ever since I could remember, I pursuing my dream
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| Finally got my shit together, now, I’m doing my thing
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| I’m selling cookies and cream
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| On the corners to fiends
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| To rentin' studios
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| Making bomb tapes and CDs
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| Had the mic
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| See the face
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| On a video screen
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| Caramia
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| How many homeboys knows what I mean
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| It feels good to see the raza in the casa
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| Now they see me and say, «What's up, holmes
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| Que pasa»
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| Bow down
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| Hit the lowdown on that brown pride
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| You see them locos ain’t loco no more, homeboy
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| We worldwide
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| And when I’m good, I’m good
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| And when I’m bad, I’m bad
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| And I’m that ugly to make
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| People sad
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| And I gets mad (Anda le)
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| Loc’ed out, lokete
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| Ya te dijo
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| This vida loca with my homeboys, packin' cuetes
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| Chorus: Lawless (Don Cisco in background)
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| The good, the bad (Now when I’m good, I’m good)
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| The ugly (When I’m bad, I’m glad)
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| Which one of these fools (And when I’m ugly)
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| You wanna see (I make people mad and sad)
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| The good, the bad (When I’m good, I’m good)
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| The ugly (When I’m bad, I’m glad)
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| Which one of these fools (And when I’m ugly)
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| You wanna be (I gets real mad)
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| The good, the bad (When I’m good, I’m good)
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| The ugly (When I’m bad, I’m glad)
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| Which one of these fools (And when I’m ugly)
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| You wanna see (I make people sad and mad)
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| The good, the bad (When I’m good, I’m good)
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| The ugly (But when I’m glad, I’m bad)
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| Which one of these fools (And when I’m ugly)
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| You wanna be (I gets real mad)
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| I ride into your town a mi caballo
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| I’m the bad one
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| That’s my style
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| It’s funny
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| I done want it
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| For a while
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| Dead or alive, dead or alive, they’ll have to take me dead
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| And I refuse to die, that’s why
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| I make it sure they come up shy
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| Walk into the cantina and everybody says «Mira
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| It’s him
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| Lil Rob
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| With the hair
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| On his chain»
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| Ask the bartender for a bottle, they said, «If you do me, ya paro»
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| «What is it?»
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| I’m only here for a visit
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| He said, «I got some dinero, pero, this what you must do
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| It’s somethin'
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| That can only be done by you»
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| Well, won’t you cut to the chase, cause I ain’t got time to waste
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| And if they don’t tell me shit, I’m gonna spit in your face
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| The whole cantina got quiet
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| I doubt they’ll don’t try it
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| I turned around
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| And all them gente hit the ground
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| I look back at the bartender
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| Pero was a pretender
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| Bartender, give me ya money, I’m fuckin' bad and ya funny
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| Repeat Chorus (with variations)
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| I ride into the west
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| With a belt across my chest
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| With the sunset to guide me, to the place where souls rest
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| On the back of a black horse, with a (???) strap to the side
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| We born to ride, we do or die
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| To stay alive
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| But nevertheless
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| I still keep my six shooter
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| Hangin' off my chest
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| I make a mess out of those
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| Who try to trip
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| I’m down to off
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| And my three-man crew
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| It’s like the Trench Coat Mafia, los has hellados
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| Desperados on the mission to your shit
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| Like Littleton, Colorado
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| Me los que probar huevo
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| I hooked up with the bad Lil Rob from San Diego
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| Straight trigger fingers, wildest west gunslingers
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| Wanted
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| Dead or alive, we ridin' high
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| Side by side
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| Into the night
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| Hit your town and bail
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| Leaving empty shells and bloody trails
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| In plain view
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| For everyone, to see, how we do
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| Repeat Chorus (with variations) |