A bag of parakeets
Two eights of speck is what distinguishes it
An Afro long care
Curly hair and red eyes
The corrido that I sing is not for a mobster
It's for a marijuana
Master Kush your favorite
Pistear bukanitas and a washed picture
Blontes and bongs and a pipe an omelet paper
Also to rolling
Walking upstairs is your style
What fascinates him is walking marihuano
Since he was fifteen he got on a plane
And it has not come down yet
Walking upstairs is your style
Never confuse him, they call him El Afro
Indica, chronics, sativa
He is not big stress has hit him
Master kush pa 'walk to the shot
If you are already tired a touch of the hide
A touch with my brothers
The rat chuyito graduated radish
Walk with everyone happy
We keep burning this is not a sin
(We keep going forward .. This is Legacy 7)
Do not criticize my life
Just because you look at my closed eyes
Here you have a friend
If you want a touch here I bring and burn
I do not pay attention to small things, I follow my life
Smoking and loqueando
Taking smoke out as a train
I do not buy it, nobody we plant
I'm leaving and I say goodbye and I'm marijuana
I do not know what I'm talking about
Chisto is already coming brings Kush in his hand
We better stay
I'm not mafioso or big, I'm not hiding
Wherever there I am
And he said to the sheep
The fans that I have call me El Afro
Only among all we can make this a better place :)