For the Outlawz (Whiskey and Women 2012)

Текст песни Moonshine Bandits and Colt Ford, Big B - For the Outlawz (Whiskey and Women 2012)

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 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
Stayin 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 drinkin, bottle breakin, girlfriend takin
Don't really give a fuck, you must be mistaken
B.I.G. capitol B, the rest is history
Outlaw motherfucker! Don't fuck 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 Motherfucker, 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!