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

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, 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 ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the turf they wants to get his p.g.
But draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be no time soon
in the V Town he's doomed

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

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

Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of
The other get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always rat on each other

A party jumps off on Blueberg
Vallejo niggas in muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, thinkin' about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and galore

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

Hoes gettin' poked in the
Fools goi' smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A house full of Browns

Shootin' pool, playin' and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and five o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

Vallejo niggas out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the
And straight went