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It's fuckin' short Enjoy that shit some if you just need smoke some weed And see if it don't help no quality of your motherfuckin' life I know I see some of yours, I understand If you ain't smokin' weed cause you got a good job Then by all means make your paper, boo boo But if you ain't got no job and you no smokin' weed I don't know what the fuck you are doin' And you ain't smokin' weed cause you got a good job Then by all means make your paper, boo boo But if you ain't got no job and you no smokin' weed I don't know what the fuck you are doin' I really don't, I really don't Don't give me that shit about "It's a drug" Cause it's no motherfuckin' drug I did done the research It just a plant, it grow like that And if you just happen to set it on fire There are some effects but that's not the same drugs, Drugs, you gotta do shit to it chemically You gotta add baking soda, water, stir it up I don't know the recipe, I'm just sayin' As long as you be livin' You ain't never hear a nigga, overdose of marijuana You might thought that nigga was dead He ain't dead Have to be careful tho, have to be careful Cause weed is gettin' stronger every two weeks And these niggas ain't sending out memows Or bulletins, or nothin' This shit just strong for no reason And these niggas that sellin' the weed be happier Then a motherfucker to tell you how much stronger This shit is then the last shit Just as soon as they see you just Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga Remember that shit I gave you last week, nigga

You begin to feel that it is the histrionics of the Albert Hall cantata that are morally as well as literally the license for the attempted assassination in The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934, remade by Hitchcock in 1956)

Definitely a powerhouse fragrance Who's the target audience for this that wants to stink up the place with their fragrance

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I recall the casual accessibility of cigarettes in the 1980s