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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he sang such a good song
The even gave his ass a ride home
The mice couldn't 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
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 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 it'll draw too much heat, so they wait
He won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V Town he's

Packed up and straight cut to
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"
They near shitted, boss
Not that the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, back in

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

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

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

Hoes gettin' poked in the
Fools goi' home smellin' like
but ballers from different towns
A house full of Nino

pool, playin' craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off and five point o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

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