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