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

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

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

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

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

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 good
The even gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't read
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, of ridiculously
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 role of a
old peck, crevas 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 they wait
He won't be no time soon
'Cause in the V Town he's

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and
Niggas off decks and five point o's
all good, 'cause nobody gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

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