Lyrics:
the streets
Happiness, corrupted mind
I'm an outlaw
California outlaw
With the strap on my hip
Ready to bust on y'all
I'm an outlaw
California outlaw
Got some
, and I'm motherfuckin' serious
I'm an outlaw, and I'm motherfuckin' serious
I'm an outlaw, and I'm motherfuckin' serious
I'm hated by everyone for my
an outlaw nobody feels your pain
There goes the renegade you're the one they love to hate
But I don't look at you that way
You can live by your own rules if
fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers
That mornin' a lady locked arms with a shotgun
And the pistol rode west with the sun
Now the outlaws of Tombstone and the outlaws forever
Know
love!
I’m still a prisoner deep in the wood
Tied to an oak tree by Robyn Hood
No man alive could stop me riding on
No man alive, but that’s where I went
That mornin' a lady locked arms with a shotgun
And the pistol rode west with the sun
Now the outlaws of Tombstone and the outlaws forever
Know
Outlaw a person excluted from the benefit
Or protection of the law a lawless person
That is us, people
They wanna say I'm an outlaw
Cause I rob
life?) yeah
Everybody talk about Pac's life (outlaw, outlaw, yeah)
Started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill em'
Never figured that, that same
wanna talk shit on the mic
Well do this for me, would you?
Next time you get the notion to talk some shit about an Outlaw nigga
Or a nigga from
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon,
at the moon
Listen to my Prisoners Tune
A woman sleeps on a bed of ferns
Her whole being shattered by the way my body burns
Some burns are slight now baby
I'm your prisoner
You got me chained up to your love
I'm your prisoner hey, hey
Someone better free me
From these thoughts that I'm thinking
What do
Crystal Gayle
Dorothy Hamill
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common
They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
I'm him
I'm a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin' to me
I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)
Prisoner in my
The West A Gun By Your Side
Hell And Glory Honor And Pride
A Gun Will Decide Where The Outlaws Ride
The Law Of The West Was The Law Of The Gun
Shoot
I'm just a prisoner of your eyes
As each day goes by
I've given up completely
I've locked myself inside your heart
Thrown away the key
Only time
can try again, 4th down but no gain (Hut!)
Take No Prisoners out there on that field
On that field
Take No Prisoners out there goin' for the kill
Goin'
eyes
Surrounded by a rosy disguise
You're a prisoner of your imagination
You're a prisoner of your imagination
You're a prisoner of your
We were riding through the flatlands
We were searching for two prisoner
Who just broke jail
A tall one and a lean one
Rode a chestnut stallion
sayin' they're outlaws,
They dress the part and they talk the talk
You know they've been taught to walk the walk
These boys think they're tough like
clouds and outlaws
Saw the loneliness in Skid Row and in Vegas
Was told by a pretty lady that Scientology was going to save us
The bus that I was
What do
Crystal Gayle
Dorothy Hamill
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common
They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
I'm down in a hole, baby
You're lockin' me up, you're lockin' me up
I got found by a cold lady
She's lockin' me up, she's lockin' me up
I am down
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