Joey Stylez - Indian Outlaw

I’m a Indian Outlaw Tattoos and Battle scars
Sitting in the back of my Girl's Girlfriend Car
The Police don't like me My momma think I'm feisty
Da da da da da da da da da da

I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag
I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag

Your mom and pops they say I belong in a cage
They say that I don't know how to act my age
I ain't got no home theres no place for me
I can't keep a girl I can't get no sleep
I'm a animal maniac what you know about that
If she with the chief lil boobies got back
I keep my white girl pearly
Yeah my vision is blurry
Me me me I'm a chief like Geronimo
Lil pimpin he only roll with a centerfold
Beast that is me he lingers in the dark
Never scared of the sharks
Rubber band on my wrist tattoos on my skin
Wanted on the run like here we go again
Grin on my face cigarillo at my lip
Ask me where the fuck I been I been posted with the click

I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag
I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag

Number one with a bullet buddy fresh out the pot
The celly stay ringing like all around the clock
Knot after knot rubber band rubber band
It's time to break bread with the fam with the fam
Skeletons in my closet no they don't scare me
I'm a starry night I'm a master piece
I got my mind made up I'm a dizzy dizzy rascal
Paint me in red you can paint me in pastels
Living on a dreamers dream work too much can't afford gasoline
A 40 ounce for breakfast and a dutch for me
Re-up re-up then hit the street
I'm a paint his city candy red
Natural born killer just like the man said
A little snotty nose dirty denim dirty deed
Got the eagle P.O.V you blinded by greed

I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag
I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
Bang like a I wanna bang Swag like i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag

Written by:
Gene Simmons, John Loudermilk, John D Loudermilk, Tommy Barnes

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