For The Outlawz
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Big B, Moonshine Bandits, SuburbanNoize Records Let's Go 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. Thanks to Amanda for correcting these lyrics Thanks to jboe for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Big Mike for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Jwayne for correcting these lyrics Thanks to JJ for correcting these lyrics
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