Moonshine Bandits - For The Outlawz текст песни

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 SOB, 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 fuck me
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
Big,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
PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS
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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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