Kanye West - The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (Exclusive) lyrics

Good morning America, good morning to Erica Who gave me good head while watching good morning America And good day New York, have a good day in court My n***as drive around the hood looking for good ye' 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, look alive, look alive, look or try You know that old saying what they say about good guys I bet that's why I went bad, needed all my chips bad Fiends needed it bad, started hittin' liq' bad Had to get that work off before that sh** went bad If not, it gets bad, and things will only get bad So now I'm getting bad skin, and I got that badge and Tellin me them ba*tards, don't catch a bad break Caught a bad rate on 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 I'm ugly ducklin' Got a stain and its musty, wakin' up looking crusty And miss thang who's ugly is sayin' to me "don't touch me" I went from pretty willie to pretty silly But I'm still pretty gully so you thins will still get pretty ugly And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling 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 n***as give pounds and hug me, tho they really wanna slug me We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly And this for the hood, you got to love me Good morning to ummm, 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 n***as ride down And bust clowns, and look for some bustdowns to bust down And 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 batter home, she mad when she at home So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off Bustin scary movie nuts, I had to get the freak off The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulan Rouge on a too long cruise She said "I ain't bonin you with them two long shoes" And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood So I'm gon act cheap in a coupon mood She said "Ye' you don't love me" I told her that's the good, the bad, the ugly We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon love me We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly And this for the hood, you got to love me Good morning to Queens, the north side of my scene And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team See it's a beautiful life, but the bills will make it ugly And the beauty of life, is when you're forced to make it ugly Had a beautiful night, until a storm done made it ugly And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and its ugly Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly I'm ready to turn it up in the streets and make it ugly Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these chickens that were ugly And these b**hes used to bug me to the point it made me ugly Say things that were ugly in regards to their tummies But I took it all back, 'cause God don't like ugly Now I'm curbin' my bad words, they say that the bad burn I left it on bad terms, with a chic with a bad perm Whose case took a bad turn, and face caught a bad burn And took the news bad when they said she had bad germs The bad thing about it, the b**h was bad and bout it But the p**y smelled bad, so I had to get up out it So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood And once it get bad, it be bad for good That's bad meaning bad not bad meaning good But I greet it as good, when you leave with the good Its all good in the hood, got called good 'cause I'm good Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life Got me a good girl that I'm gon make me a good wife So I'm, good to go, and I'm good where I go Look my man got good aim and that's a good thing to know And he came home for good, off of good behavior Spittin' that good game, so what's good with this paper And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies We showin' you the good the bad the ugly