At It Again - Johnny Richter

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