The River (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Nah, I was gonna bring home barbecue
Ay—goddammit—ay, man, they fuckin' with me
Let me call you back

What the fuck is this car doing out here this time of night?
Idiots
Yeah, we better check this shit out
Yeah, it's kinda dangerous right here—something's going on
License, insurance, and registration please
Yeah, I'll—it's right over here
So how much have you had to drink tonight?
Hold—is that—Mr. Mann
Mr. Mann
That's Mr. Mann right here. You recognize this guy, don't you?
Yeah, I recognize this—what can we get him for? Hey, whose car is this?
Yeah, it's mine, it's my car
Yeah right. You oughta be glad we don't carry the breathalyzer
Mr. Mann, whatever happened with all that?
You ain't got shit to do, man, fuck
Yeah, you got away from us before
We have a lot to do, Mr. Mann, like looking for killers
Yeah, you look like a killer
What are you doing out here, cat-fishing right now or something? Why are you out
Does it look like I got fish in my car?
Well, why are you on the levee road, Mr. Mann? I mean
Man, just check my paperwork, man
Alright, I'm gonna go run him
Mr. Mann, we know you're a killer. What are you doing, dumping dead bodies out here? We know you're the Coathanga Strangla, Mr. Mann
Funny
You have any coat hangers over there in the back seat?
You've been watching me for years, and all of a sudden
Where are all the coat hangers at, Mr. Mann?
You're not gonna believe this shit, huh, he checks out
Yeah, gimme my shit! Fuck, man
You better make sure all the lights are working on your car
We're gonna be watching you. We're gonna be watching you, Mr. Mann

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