Lyrics At It Again - Johnny Richter

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