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

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

VWould you look, would you
be snitchin', talkin', rattin'
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all that old really fruitful riff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every in the muthafuckin' dope game

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

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

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

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

But he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice couldn't braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over

Popo's gives up no slack, all the dope tracks
Lettin' this shit really be known,
To get a bit too far, kind of
the rat some 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, faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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