At It Again

No, you can't stop this it's 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

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

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