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

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' game

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

sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the to the popo's

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

Mickey Mouse his guts
He said, "They all drive 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 read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all Vallejo

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
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 like a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
Little old peck, faced fagot
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 time
'Cause in the V Town doomed

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

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

Brothers gettin' for possession of sale
The other races get 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, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore

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

Hoes gettin' in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' like
Nothin' but ballers from different
A full of Nino Browns

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

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