Moonshine Bandits, Big B, The Felons Club, Colt Ford - For The Outlawz lyrics

Big B, Moonshine Bandit's
Suburban Noize Records let's go

I'm an outlaw (What) give me two shots (What)
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz
(What) bring me three shots (What)
We can raise hell before this beat stops

I'm a whiskey drinkin' SOB
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw (Woo) 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, now I'm back with
The Moonshine Bandit's
It's that country Hip-Hop with
This white trash renegade
Stayin' real motherfuckers 'til 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' think really give a fuck
You must be mistaken
BIG capitol B, the rest is history
Outlaw motherfucker, don't fuck with me

I'm a whiskey drinkin' SOB
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw (Woo) I said I'm an outlaw

I'm an outlaw (What) give me two shots (What)
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz (What) bring me 3 shots (What)
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For an outlawz
(What) give me two shots (What)
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz
(What) bring me three shots (What)
We can raise hell before this beat stops

I'm 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 (Shit)
They put me in the prison trade
See ya in San Quinton
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 (What)
I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't go
(Go) and some of those shows were
With David Allen Coe (yeah)
In the motel sleepin', the truck stop eatin'
A different dive bar
Drinkin' every other weekend
Like a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept two
(Two)
My neck stays red and my collar stays blue
Hank I I I knows me, and Shooter does too
If ya don't like them, then I don't like you

I'm a whiskey drinkin' SOB
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw (Woo) I said I'm an outlaw

I'm an outlaw (What) give me two shots (What)
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz
(What) bring me three shots (What)
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For an outlawz
(What) give me two shots (What)
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlawz
(What) bring me three shots (What)
We can raise hell before this beat stops

Let me get mic one time I'll show
Ya how a Southern Boy does it
And poor another round for
My Moonshine Cousins my 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 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 giggin'
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

'Cause, I'm a whiskey drinkin' SOB
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw (Woo) I said I'm an outlaw