El Afro
Una bolsa de perico, los ochos de mota es lo que lo distingue
Un afro largo cuidado, cabello rizado y ojos colorados
El corrido que yo canto no es para un mafioso, es para un marihuano
Master kush su favorita, pistear bucanitas, y un cuadro lavado
Blontes y bongs y una pipa, papel de tortilla también ha rolado
Andar arriba es su estilo lo que le fasina es andar marihuano
Desde que tenía 15 años se subió a un avión que aún no se a bajado
Andar arriba es su estilo nunca lo confundan, es mi compa afro
Indica, cronics, sativa
Lo sigue grande, el estrés le ha pegado
Poco kush pa andar al tiro si anda cansado un toque le ha relajado
Un toque con mis hermanos la rasta el rabano, chinito graduado
Andar con todos contentos seguimos quemando, esto no es un pecado
No me critiques mi vida solo porque miras mis ojos cerrados
Aquí tienes un amigo, si querés un toque aquí traigo y quemamos
No me fijo en pequeñeces, yo sigo mi vida fumando y loqueando
Sacando humo como tren no me la compra nadien, nosotros sembramos
Ya me voy, ya me despido ya ando marihuano, ya no se lo que hago
Chisto ya viene llegando, trae kush en su mano, mejor nos quedamos
No soy mafioso ni grande, no me ando escondiendo donde quiera ahí ando
Y dirijo al borrego, los fans que yo tengo me llaman el afro
The Afro
A bag of coke, eights of weed is what sets him apart
A long well-kept afro, curly hair and red eyes
The corrido I sing is not for a mobster, it's for a stoner
Master kush his favorite, drinking bucanitas, and a washed frame
Blunts and bongs and a pipe, tortilla paper has also been rolled
Being high is his style, what he loves is being stoned
Since he was 15 he got on a plane he hasn't gotten off yet
Being high is his style, never mistake him, he's my afro buddy
Indica, chronic, sativa
He's still going strong, stress has hit him
A little kush to get going if he's tired a hit has relaxed him
A hit with my brothers, the rasta, the radish, the graduated Chinese
Being with everyone happy we keep burning, this is not a sin
Don't criticize my life just because you see my eyes closed
Here you have a friend, if you want a hit I bring it and we burn
I don't pay attention to trivial things, I continue my life smoking and chilling
Blowing smoke like a train no one buys it, we grow it
I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye, I'm stoned, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
Chisto is coming, he's got kush in his hand, we better stay
I'm not a mobster or big, I'm not hiding, I'm everywhere
And I lead the sheep, the fans I have call me the afro