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

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(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 old really fruitful riff raff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' dope

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

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

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

Mickey spilled his guts
He said, "They all Chevys and Cuts'"
But they let him out a doubt
Nothin' ass nigga, he ratted us out

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

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
this shit really be known, jack
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 played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch jacket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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