Cowabunga Dude Lyrics - Singles - Tax Free Maphia

(Talk) and it goes 

Verse1- Drugs in my household 

didn't put family business in the street my mouth closed 

parents always had a job I never went without clothes 

even though they might have been a couple seasons old 

Now its beastin mode 

keeping glow speak in code 

like I"m fresh from Cairo 

Dollars rising up like some high notes 

better find something you wanna die foe 

or die slow 

like a coward , my strains louder 

then a kwayaski with a growler 

In my Monte I'm a prowler 

Rest in Peace to my cuz I'm trying make you prouder 

You know times hard shit wilder 

around my way these lil niggas sniff heroin powder 

hard to stay up around all these junkies on downers 

In our blood sweat and tears the govt drown us 

VH1 Bojangle clown us 

only drag queens holding crowns up 

I'm sick to my stomach I need medication 

that's why cigarillos getting separated 

like a family during a hurricane devastation 

from your bullshit I'm segregated 

minus the Jim Crow 

You can always see me on all ten toes