Moonshine Bandits - For The Outlawz lyrics

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Big B, Moonshine Bandits, SuburbanNoize Records

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I’m an outlaw, give me two shots

We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlawz, bring me three shots

We can raise hell before this beat stops

I’m a whiskey drinking S.O.B, if you don’t like that

Then you won’t like me

I’m an outlaw, I said I’m an outlaw

Fire up the Harley, now I’m off to Cali

To do my thang

Rolling down that 15 full speed

Spliting these lanes

I got the common folk

Thinking that I’m going insane

True outlaw think I’m lying

Just google the name

Since 2006 me and dirtball were rocking this outlaw shit

And they can't stand it, 2011 now I’m back with the moonshine bandits

It’s 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 motherfucker…dont fuck with me

I’m a whiskey drinking sob, if you don’t like that

Then you won’t like me

I’m an outlaw, I said I’m an outlaw

I’m an outlaw, give me two shots

We don’t 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 don’t 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

I’ll probably never see the Opry if I did I’d laugh

I probably break some long necks then go out like Cash

They bump me in the prison, Tracy and San Quentin,…

You can blame the fast living or the whiskey and women

Radio don’t need love me but they need to respect it

I’m here to pick the pieces up where Pop Rock left it

I done a few shows where the sheriff won’t 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 don’t like them then I don’t like you

I’m a whiskey drinking sob, if you don’t like that

Then you won’t like me

I’m an outlaw, I said I’m an outlaw

I’m an outlaw, give me 2 shots

We don’t 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 don’t 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 I’ll 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

It’s the midnight rider call me baby bocephus

For truckers and 1 percenters, I’m the southern representer

The midnight rider, a shotgun shooter

Real bad motherfucker, I’m 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

I’m 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 don’t like that, I don’t give a damn cause

I’m a whiskey drinking sob, if you don’t like that

Then you won’t like me

I’m an outlaw, I said I’m an outlaw.

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