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Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)
Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin', talkin',
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all that old really fruitful riff raff ass shit,
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' game

He's like a mice
Popo's talkin' about 25 to
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price,
Rat heads up game to the vice, you know

Trick sap hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped a half a zip
Chow time, rush for the vittles
But rat wants to the talk to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' stressin'
So they offer that man some protection
He be from the Hillside or the south
'Cause my of town don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a
Nothin' ass nigga, he straight us out

But since he sang such a good
The pigs even gave his ass a ride
The blind mice read braille
They him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' this really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, of ridiculously
Handed the rat money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and just a batch, gee
The nigga the role of a pussy
Little old peck, faced fagot
Nigga out, and now he wears a snitch jacket

On the turf wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no soon
'Cause in the V Town doomed

up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the and thugs
Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, 707"
and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even E-40 and the fuckin' click"
They near shitted, boss
Not knownin' the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

Brothers gettin' for possession of sale
The other races get away clean,
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each

A party off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and galore

Baththub full of liqor and
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi
All the danksters up
They play the second game hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes gettin' in the backroom
goi' home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but ballers from towns
A house full of Browns

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
jackin' off decks and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause nobody a fuck
But who pops up
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

niggas yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him to the dirt
And straight bezerk