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 jukeboxFor my outlaws, bring me three shots We can raise hell before the speed stopsI'm a whiskey-drinking S.O.B. If you don't like that, then you won't like meI'm an outlaw, I said I'm an outlawFire up the Harley, now I'm off to Cali to do my thingRollin' down the 15, full speed, splittin' these lanesI got the common folk thinkin' that I'm goin' insaneTrue outlaw, think I'm lyin', just Google the namesSince 2006, me and Dirtball were rockin' this outlaw ***And they can't stand it, 2011, now I'm back with the Moonshine BanditsIt's that country hip-hop with this white trash renegadeStayin' real mother***ers till they put us in the gravePistol in my pocket, now it's straight as your doorYou're the type of kid that should've just left it aloneWe stay whiskey-drinkin', bottle breakin', girlfriend takin'If y'all really give a ***, you must be mistakenB.I.G., capital B, the rest is historyOutlaw from the pocket, I'm a whiskey-drinkin' S.O.B.If you don't like that, then you won't like meI'm an outlaw, I said I'm an outlawI'm an outlaw, give me two shotsMe no need a radio, bring a jukeboxFor my outlaws, bring me three shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stopsFor my outlaws, give me two shotsMe no need a radio, bring a jukeboxFor my outlaws, bring me three shotsWe can raise hell before this beat stopsI'm for the 1% patches on the leather vestAnd every outlaw biker that I met on the WestI'll probably never see the Opry if I did, I'd laughI'll probably break some long necks, then go out like CashIf they want me in the prison, Tracy and Sam QuentinYou can blame the fast livin' or the whiskey and womenRadio don't need to love me, but they need to respect itI'm here to pick the pieces up where Bob Rock left itI've done a few shows where the sheriff won't goAnd some of those shows were with David Allen CoeI'm at the motel sleepin', the truck stop eatin'A different dive bar drinkin' every other weekendLike a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept twoMy neck stays red and my collar stays blueH3 knows me, and Shooter does tooIf you don't like them, then I don't like youI'm a whiskey drinkin' SOBIf you don't like that, then you won't like meI'm an outlawI said I'm an outlawI'm an outlaw, give me two shotsWe don't need a radio, bring a jukeboxFor my outlaws, bring me three shotsWe can raise hell before the speed stopsFor my outlaws, give me two shotsWe don't need a radio, bring a jukeboxFor my outlaws, bring me three shotsWe can raise hell before the speed stopsLet me get that mic one time, I'll show you how a southern boy does itAnd pour another round for my moonshine cousinA toast to the west, courtesy of the southBrought to you by Colt Ford, people all aboardIt's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bo SeversFor truckers and one-percenters, I'm the southern representerThe Midnight Rider, a shotgun shooterReal bad mother***er, I'm the liquor store looterAny way you want it, I can give it to you, babyIf you work it just right, maybe you can get the gravyDamn, Katy Perry was right, these Cali girlsNeed to come to the south and see that southern swirlI'm a mud-diggin', fog-giggin', blue-collar manLove, Waylon Jennings, Kennedy, and Uncle SamWhat you see is what you get, that's all that I amIf you don't like that, I don't give a damnCause I'm a whiskey drinkin' S.O.B.If you don't like that, then you won't like meI'm an outlawI said I'm an outlaw