Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Outlawz, artist - Moonshine Bandits. Album song Whiskey and Women Deluxe Shiner Edition, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 03.12.2012
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
For the Outlawz |
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 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 thing |
Rollin down the 15 full speed, splitting 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 and 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 it’s straight at your dome |
You the kinda kid that should have left it alone |
We stay whiskey drinking, bottle breaking, girlfriend taking |
We don’t really give a fuck, you must be mistaken |
B.I.G. |
capital B, the rest is history, outlaw motherfucker, don’t fuck with me |
'Cause 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 |
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 probably never see the Opry, if I did I’d laugh |
I’d probably break some long necks then go out like Cash |
They bump me into prison, Tracy and San Quentin |
You can blame the fast living, all 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 some of those shows were with David Allen Coe |
In 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 |
Hey 3 knows me, and Shooter does too |
If ya don’t like them, then I don’t like you |
'Cause 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 |
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 one percenters, I’m the Southern Representer |
The Midnight Rider, a Shotgun Shooter |
Real Bad Motherfucker, I’m the Liquor Store Looter |
Anyway you 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 digging, frog gigging, blue-collar man |
Love Waylon Jennings, Skynyrd, and Uncle Sam |
What you see is what you get, that’s all that I am |
If ya don’t like that, I don’t give a damn |
'Cause 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 |