Moonshine Bandits - For The Outlawz Lyrics

Big B, Moonshine Bandits, SuburbanNoize Records

Let's Go

Iím an outlaw, give me two shots
We donít need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
Iím a whiskey drinking S.O.B, if you donít like that
Then you wonít like me
Iím an outlaw, I said Iím an outlaw

Fire up the Harley, now Iím off to Cali
To do my thang
Rolling down that 15 full speed
Spliting these lanes
I got the common folk
Thinking that Iím going insane
True outlaw think Iím lying
Just google the name
Since 2006 me and dirtball were rocking this outlaw shit
And they can't stand it, 2011 now Iím back with the moonshine bandits
Itís that country hip hop with this white trash renegade
Staying real motherfuckers till they put us in the grave
Pistol in my pocket now Its straight at your dome
your the type of kid that should of just left it alone
We stay whiskey drinking, bottle breaking, girlfriend taking
If you think I really give a fuck you must be mistaking
B.i.g,Capital B the rest is history, outlaw motherfuckerÖdont fuck with me

Iím a whiskey drinking sob, if you donít like that
Then you wonít like me
Iím an outlaw, I said Iím an outlaw

Iím an outlaw, give me two shots
We donít need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For my outlawz, give me two shots
We donít need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops

I'm for the 1% patches on the leather vest
And every outlaw biker that I met on the west
Iíll probably never see the Opry if I did Iíd laugh
I probably break some long necks then go out like Cash
They bump me in the prison, Tracy and San Quentin,Ö
You can blame the fast living or the whiskey and women
Radio donít need love me but they need to respect it
Iím here to pick the pieces up where Pop Rock left it
I done a few shows where the sheriff wonít go
And some of those shows were with David Allen Coe
At the motel sleeping, the truck stop eating
A different dive bar drinking every other weekend
Like a trucker driving 18 I only slept 2
My neck stays red and my collar stays blue
3 knows me, and shooter does 2
If you donít like them then I donít like you

Iím a whiskey drinking sob, if you donít like that
Then you wonít like me
Iím an outlaw, I said Iím an outlaw

Iím an outlaw, give me 2 shots
We donít need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz, bring me 3 shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For my outlawz, give me 2 shots
We donít need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz, bring me 3 shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops

Let me get that mic one time Iíll show you
How a southern boy does it
And pour another round for my moonshine cousins
A toast to the west, courtesy of the south
Brought to you by Colt Ford, people all aboard
Itís the midnight rider call me baby bocephus
For truckers and 1 percenters, Iím the southern representer
The midnight rider, a shotgun shooter
Real bad motherfucker, Iím the liquor store looter
Any way you want it, I can give it to you baby
If you work it just right maybe you can get the gravy
Damn Katy Perry was right, these Cali girls
Need to come to the south and see that southern squirrel
Iím a mud digging, frog gigging, blue color man
Love Waylon Jennings, Skynyrd, and uncle sam
What you see is what you get,
That's all that I am
If you donít like that, I donít give a damn cause

Iím a whiskey drinking sob, if you donít like that
Then you wonít like me
Iím an outlaw, I said Iím an outlaw.


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