Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song At It Again, artist - Johnny Richter. Date of issue: 05.07.2010
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck out my way Richter’s at it again |
| 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 shit back, back to where it began |
| I’m back at it like a Craftmatic bed I’m adjustable |
| There ain’t no limits to how far I would fucking 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 hope you got the lungs of a fuckin 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 |
| 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 |
| Get drunk then throw up |
| You mad, well so what |
| Circle A on my thumb knuck |
| Got broads lining up like my name was Good Luck Chuck |
| Kick ass and always laughin like the Joker on speed |
| But methamphetamine ain’t for me |
| I’m all about the weed |
| After 4 o clock I’m startin with the shots of Patron |