Letra de For The Outlawz
I’m an Outlaw, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three 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 Turbo 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 two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For my outlaws, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three 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 Opry, if I did I'd laugh
I'd probably break some long necks then go out like Cash
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.
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 two
My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
Three 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 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
Let me get mic one time and I'll show ya 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 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, Skynrd, 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' 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 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 Turbo 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 two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For my outlaws, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three 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 Opry, if I did I'd laugh
I'd probably break some long necks then go out like Cash
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.
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 two
My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
Three 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 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
Let me get mic one time and I'll show ya 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 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, Skynrd, 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' 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
