Roguish Ways 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
"Roguish Ways" by 57th Street Rogue Dog Villains, released in 2001, is a #Rock anthem that explores themes of rebellion, freedom, and living life on one's own terms. The lyrics emphasize a carefree, adventurous spirit, while the energetic instrumentation and catchy hooks enhance its rebellious vibe. The song resonates with listeners seeking authenticity and adventure.
[Verse 1: Bakarii]
[?] and they love me for the shit I do
They know that I hug it, and that I plug it to they whole crew
Since Lio's death, I been itching to get [?]
A piece of revenge, lord forgive me, my sins
I'm getting 20's and 10's, I look at death in the pen
A pad and pistol just to tryna cripple [?]
It's your partner Bakarii, the lost forgotten
Sound the alarm, ain't no chickens in farms
[?]
I'm a warrior born, in the fisk of the storm
[?] roguish and ruggid
Got a pocket full of cheese, yeah we jumping in buckets
Learned my traits, get your paper straight, the struggle continues
Got you screaming [?]
It's the American living, got [?] to bring the pain
[?]
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
[?] blood in my vains, yet this hunger remains
It's like a habbit, gotta have it, I'm addicted, man
For this addiction, my perscription be them golly greens
A daily dosage keeps me focused on my gutter dreams
On my corners, got my soldiers poppin things
On the roads, got them foreign niggas shooting things
A savage living milly mission is my gutter vision
Palms itching, in my kitchen twisting hella chickens
If this ain't it, then this the life I've been givin, man
Paper chasing [?] distribution, damb
A gutter chemist, cabbage mennis, from [?]
About my biddness, hustle endless, ain't no fuckin with it
[?] and they love me for the shit I do
They know that I hug it, and that I plug it to they whole crew
Since Lio's death, I been itching to get [?]
A piece of revenge, lord forgive me, my sins
I'm getting 20's and 10's, I look at death in the pen
A pad and pistol just to tryna cripple [?]
It's your partner Bakarii, the lost forgotten
Sound the alarm, ain't no chickens in farms
[?]
I'm a warrior born, in the fisk of the storm
[?] roguish and ruggid
Got a pocket full of cheese, yeah we jumping in buckets
Learned my traits, get your paper straight, the struggle continues
Got you screaming [?]
It's the American living, got [?] to bring the pain
[?]
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
[?] blood in my vains, yet this hunger remains
It's like a habbit, gotta have it, I'm addicted, man
For this addiction, my perscription be them golly greens
A daily dosage keeps me focused on my gutter dreams
On my corners, got my soldiers poppin things
On the roads, got them foreign niggas shooting things
A savage living milly mission is my gutter vision
Palms itching, in my kitchen twisting hella chickens
If this ain't it, then this the life I've been givin, man
Paper chasing [?] distribution, damb
A gutter chemist, cabbage mennis, from [?]
About my biddness, hustle endless, ain't no fuckin with it
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