Johny Richter (Kottonmouth Kings) - At it again | Текст песни

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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 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 aint 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

Man 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

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 x2

I,m back at it like a craftmatic bed i'm adjustable
There aint 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 stand strong
And hope you got the lungs of a fuckin marathon, runner
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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

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 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 x2

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 fuck
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
Sticky green
Keep it clean
Organically grown
After 4 o clock I'm startin with the shots of Patron

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 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

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