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

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but 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 nigga in the muthafuckin' dope game

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

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

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

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 since he sang such a song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride
The blind mice couldn't read
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all Vallejo

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

He was all for the scratch, see, and just a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a
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 draw too much heat, so wait patiently
He won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V Town doomed

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

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

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

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

Baththub full of 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 poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' like
Nothin' but ballers from towns
A house full of Nino

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

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