Moonshine Bandits - For The Outlawz lyrics

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Moonshine Bandits - For The Outlawz lyrics

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 Im a whiskey drinkin 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 thing Rollin down the 15 full speed, splittin these lanes I got the common folk thinkin that Im goin insane True outlaw, think Im lyin just google the name. Since 2006, me and Dirtball were rockin this Outlaw sh** And they cant stand it, 2011 and now Im back with the Moonshine Bandits Its that country hip-hop with this white trash renegade Stayin real motherf**ers till they put us in the grave. Pistol in my pocket, now its straight at your dome You the kinda kid that should have left it alone We stay whiskey drinkin, bottle breakin, girlfriend takin Dont really give a f**, you must be mistaken B.I.G. capitol B, the rest is history Outlaw motherf**er! Dont f** with me! Im a whiskey drinkin 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! 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. For 1% patches on the leather vests And every Outlaw Biker that I met on the West Ill prolly never see the Opery, if I did Id laugh Id probably break some long necks then go out like Cash They bump me in the prison, Tracy and San Quenton You can blame the fast livin or the whiskey and women Radio dont need to love me, but they need to respect it Im here to pick the pieces up where Bob Rock left it. I done a few shows where the Sheriff wont go And most of those shows were with David Allen Coe In the motel sleepin, the truck stop eatin A different dive bar, drinkin every other weekend Like a trucker drivin 18, I only slept 2 My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue 3 knows me, and Shooter does too If ya dont like them, then I dont like you. Im a whiskey drinkin 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! 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 mic one time and Ill show ya how a Southern Boy does it And poor another round for my Moonshine Cousins A 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 Bocephus For truckers and 1%ers, Im the Southern Representer The Midnight Rider, a Shotgun Shooter Real Bad Motherf**er, Im the Liquor Store Looter Anyway 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 right These Cali girls need to come to the South and see that Southern Squirrel Im a mud diggin, frog gigging, blue-collar man Love Waylon Jennings, Skynard, and Uncle Sam What ya see is what ya get, thats all that I am If ya dont like that, I dont give a Damn. Im a whiskey drinkin 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!