Olor a Cush
Los Buchones De Culiacan
Smell of Cush
A house was rented around there
I know they steal the light
And they rarely open the door
Because the smell of kush comes out
A hippie agreed to take
Bills and gave little plants
It's the finest weed
You'll never see seeds
There are rich kids, black people, bald guys
Involved around there
They harvest, sell, smoke it
And cut more plants
From some plants come others
Because they don't give seeds
For the blucilla the risk
Is computerized
They don't need to pass through checkpoints
Nor pay the jump
It's harvested in California
And there are dollars here
The clients are increasing
More houses need to be bought
The clients ask and pay
And many want to buy
