Johnny Richter - At It Again lyrics

[Hook] Tonight I wanna Get high, get drunk, get lit Get a limo and after that get some chicks Get a tattoo get a new nickname Get the f** out my way Richter's at it again Tonight I wanna Get high, get drunk, get lit Get a limo and after that get some chicks Get a tattoo get a new nickname Get the f** out my way Richter's at it again Tonight I wanna Get high, get drunk, get lit Get a limo and after that get some chicks Get a tattoo get a new nickname Get the f** out my way Richter's at it again [Verse 1] I'm back at it like an addict keeping rocks on the ground I came to start some havoc represent for the crown So open up a beer come on and join in the fun Cuz ain't no telling when it'll stop once the party's begun We go all night, and then we go a little longer The later that it gets, the stronger that I make my drinks So don't think you gotta a upper hand I'm at more last calls then a Carson Daily fan Damn its been a long time seen I been on the loose In the club scene running the old engine and caboose With grey Goose as my wingman, its a scene man, everybody want a little piece of the king man At the bar I'm a superstar And in my backyards where I be putting in all of my hours Training, getting ready for the task at hand Its time to take this sh** back, back to where it began [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm back at it like a Craftmatic bed I'm adjustable There ain't no limits to how far I would f**ing go I'll take 2, 3, 4, 5 shots, pull a bong out take 6, 7, 8 pops We're goin' old school, back to Cheech and Chong Back to when I used to take hits out of gravity bongs Back to when Rodney wanted us to all get along Back to when Clinton was getting head up in the oval office You can't stop it after its already started You can't pull the smell back after somebody farted All you can do is turn a fan on And stand strong And hope you got the lungs of a f**in marathon, runner It's a wonder how I love the skunk And how I love the boom boom comin out the trunk And yes I make it happen best time of your life All we need is captain, a fat blunt, and a light [Hook] [Verse 3] So make some room Move Get outta my way I'm about to take it back to NWA days With an attitude catch me crusin the streets Got a couple a brews in the cooler next to my feet But when I show up Get drunk then throw up Then refill my cup You mad, well so what I don't give a f** Circle A on my thumb knuck Got broads lining up like my name was Good Luck Chuck Kick a** and always laughin like the Joker on speed But methamphetamine ain't for me I'm all about the weed Sticky green Keep it clean Organically grown After 4 o clock I'm startin with the shots of Patron [Hook]