Los Marihuanos
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
The Stoners
Walking around partying, Death found me, I told her what she wants, I'm here to serve her.
Marijuana is my sister, Death is my woman, Weed is very loving, I can't hate her.
The older brother comes with his 24 brothers taking the long-haired ones and also the stoners.
The little angels in heaven laughed to see Pedro sitting, rolling one for his cold.
When Saint Peter died, Saint Andrew prayed for him and in the prayer he said to pass the 3.
The older brother comes with his 24 brothers taking the long-haired ones and also the stoners.
