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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 that talks, a bitch)

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)

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

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

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

Get me here, dude, I'm losin' weight stressin'
So they offer that man some police
He be from the Hillside 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 ratted us out

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

Popo's gives up no slack, all the dope tracks
Lettin' this really be known, jack
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 faced
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch 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 no time soon
'Cause in the V Town doomed

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

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

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

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

Baththub of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Clear, and Rossi wine
All the danksters up
They play the second game hold 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' and dominos
jackin' off decks and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause nobody gives a
But who pops up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

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