The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (feat. Kanye West)

Alright, is everybody ready? (Yeah!)
Alright, now, here we go

Ayy, yo, good morning, America, good morning to Erika
Who gave me good head while watching Good Morning America
And good day, New York, have a good day in court
My niggas drive around the hood lookin' for good yay to snort
I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe
Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy with good lies lookin' liable to try
You know that old sayin', what they say about good guys

I guess that's why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad
Fiends needed hits bad, so they hittin' licks bad
Had to get that work off, before that shit went bad
If not, it gets bad, and things'll only get bad
So now I'm gettin' bad scans, and I got that bad jam
Tellin' me them bad sense, songs catch them bad breaks
Caught a bad rate on the whip with bad brakes
I'm caught up in these bad ways, havin' a bad day
So now the game's ugly and my pain's ugly and my chain's ugly
Things became ugly 'cause my ugly rugby
Got a stain and it's musty, wakin' up lookin' crusty
And Ms. Thang who's ugly is sayin' to me: Don't touch me
I went from Pretty Willie to pretty silly without the pretty gully
So you know things'll still get pretty ugly
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies (yeah)
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly (yeah)

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said: Get your money, ain't no tellin' they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
Niggas give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Good morning to, um, I don't remember your name
But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
Good morning to Chi-Town, where my niggas ride down
To bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down
Yeah, she ain't got a car, she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone, 'cause she was bad to the bone
She from a battered home, she mad when she at home
So I gave her my number to peep off, she wanted to take a week off
Bustin' Scary Movie nuts, I had to get the freak off
That new Tom Cruise to the Moulin Rouge on a too-long cruise
She said: I ain't bonin you with them too long shoes
And acted bougie in a Grey Poupon mood
So I'ma act cheap in a coupon mood
She said: Ye, you don't love me?
I told her it was good, it's too bad it got ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said: Get your money
Ain't no tellin' they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Ayy, yo, good morning to Queens, the Northside is my scene
And when it comes down to it, I'ma ride for my team
See, it's a beautiful life, but these bills'll make it ugly
And the beauty of life is when you're forced to make it ugly
Had a beautiful night, 'til a storm done made it ugly
And a beautiful wife, now we divorcin' and it's ugly
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly
And I'm ready turn it up in these streets, and make it ugly
Used to sit in Mr. Ugly's with these sisters that was ugly
And these bitches used to bum me to the point it made me ugly
And say things that was ugly then leave the bar, abruptly
But I took it all back, 'cause God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin' my bad words and say that's a bad burn
I left it on bad terms with a chick with a bad perm
Who case took a bad turn, her face caught a bad burn
And took the news bad when they said she had bad germs
The bad thing about the bitch is bad and 'bout it
But the pussy smelled bad, so I had to get up out it
So now we got bad luck, our son is a bad blood
But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad luck
And once you get bad, it be bad for good
And that's bad meanin' bad, not bad meanin' good
But I agree that it's good, when you leave with the goods
It's all good in the hood, I call G.O.O.D. 'cause it's good
Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life
Got me a good girl that I'ma make me a good wife
So I'm good to go, and I'm good where I go
'Cause my man got good aim and that's a good thing to know
And he came off for good, off of good behavior
Spittin' that good game, so what's good with this paper?
'Cause this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

Ayy, yo, we showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said: Get your money
Ain't no tellin' they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
Niggas give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me