Big P, Moonshine Benz, Suburban Respect, let's go!
I'm an outlaw, give me two shots We don't need a radio, bring a jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots We can raise hell before the speed 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, splittin' these lanes
I got the common folk thinkin' that I'm goin' insane
True outlaw, think I'm lyin', just Google the names
Since 2006, me and Dirtball were rockin' this outlaw ***
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
Stayin' real mother***ers till they put us in the grave
Pistol in my pocket, now it's straight as your door
You're the type of kid that should've just left it alone
We stay whiskey-drinkin', bottle breakin', girlfriend takin'
If y'all really give a ***, you must be mistaken
B.I.G., capital B, the rest is history
Outlaw from the pocket, 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
Me no need a radio, bring a jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
For my outlaws, give me two shots
Me no need a radio, bring a jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat stops
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'll probably break some long necks, then go out like Cash
If they want me in the prison, Tracy and Sam Quentin
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've done a few shows where the sheriff won't go
And some of those shows were with David Allen Coe
I'm at 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
H3 knows me, and Shooter does too
If you 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
I said I'm an outlaw
I'm an outlaw, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring a jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before the speed stops
For my outlaws, give me two shots
We don't need a radio, bring a jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before the speed 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 cousin
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 Bo Severs
For truckers and one-percenters, I'm the southern representer
The Midnight Rider, a shotgun shooter
Real bad mother***er, 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 swirl
I'm a mud-diggin', fog-giggin', blue-collar man
Love, Waylon Jennings, Kennedy, 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 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