Moonshine Bandits - For the Outlawz (feat. Colt Ford & Big B) Lyrics

I'm an Outlaw, give me 2 shotsWe don't need a radio, bring the jukeboxFor my Outlawz, bring me 3 shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stopsI'm a whiskey drinkin S.O.BIf you don't like that then you won't like meI'm an Outlaw. I said I'm an Outlaw!Fire up the Harley, now I'm off to Cali to do my thingRollin down the 15 full speed, splittin these lanesI got the common folk thinkin that I'm goin insaneTrue outlaw, think I'm lyin just google the name.Since 2006, me and Dirtball were rockin this Outlaw shitAnd they can't stand it, 2011 and now I'm back with the Moonshine BanditsIt's that country hip-hop with this white trash renegadeStayin real motherfuckers till they put us in the grave.Pistol in my pocket, now it's straight at your domeYou the kinda kid that should have left it aloneWe stay whiskey drinkin, bottle breakin, girlfriend takinDon't really give a fuck, you must be mistakenB.I.G. capitol B, the rest is historyOutlaw motherfucker! Don't fuck with me!I'm a whiskey drinkin S.O.BIf you don't like that then you won't like meI'm an Outlaw. I said I'm an Outlaw!I'm an Outlaw, give me 2 shotsWe don't need a radio, bring the jukeboxFor my Outlawz, bring me 3 shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stopsFor my Outlawz, give me 2 shotsWe don't need a radio, bring the jukeboxFor my Outlawz, bring me 3 shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stops.For 1% patches on the leather vestsAnd every Outlaw Biker that I met on the WestI'll prolly never see the Opery, if I did I'd laughI'd probably break some long necks then go out like CashThey bump me in the prison, Tracy and San QuentonYou can blame the fast livin or the whiskey and womenRadio don't need to love me, but they need to respect itI'm here to pick the pieces up where Bob Rock left it.I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't goAnd most of those shows were with David Allen CoeIn the motel sleepin, the truck stop eatinA different dive bar, drinkin every other weekendLike a trucker drivin 18, I only slept 2My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue3 knows me, and Shooter does tooIf ya don't like them, then I don't like you.I'm a whiskey drinkin S.O.BIf you don't like that then you won't like meI'm an Outlaw. I said I'm an Outlaw!I'm an Outlaw, give me 2 shotsWe don't need a radio, bring the jukeboxFor my Outlawz, bring me 3 shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stopsFor my Outlawz, give me 2 shotsWe don't need a radio, bring the jukeboxFor my Outlawz, bring me 3 shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stops.Let me get mic one time and I'll show ya how a Southern Boy does itAnd poor another round for my Moonshine CousinsA toast to the West,Courtesy of the South,Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby BocephusFor truckers and 1%'ers, I'm the Southern RepresenterThe Midnight Rider, a Shotgun ShooterReal Bad Motherfucker, I'm the Liquor Store LooterAnyway ya want it I can give it to ya baby,If ya work it just right maybe you can get the gravy.Damn, Katy Perry was rightThese Cali girls need to come to the South and see that Southern SquirrelI'm a mud diggin, frog gigging, blue-collar manLove Waylon Jennings, Skynard, and Uncle SamWhat ya see is what ya get, that's all that I amIf ya don't like that, I don't give a Damn.I'm a whiskey drinkin S.O.BIf you don't like that then you won't like meI'm an Outlaw. I said I'm an Outlaw!