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

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

He's like 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

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

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

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

But since he such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride
The blind couldn't 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 shit be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of
Handed the rat money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas faced
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and
Niggas jackin' off and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

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