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

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

VWould you look, you listen
Niggas be snitchin', talkin',
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

scared like a mice
Popo's talkin' 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 hisself like a
Just because he got with a half a zip
time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the to the popo's

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

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

But since he sang such a good
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice couldn't braille
made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over 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 just a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

On the turf wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time
'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 was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

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

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

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

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

Hoes poked in the backroom
goi' home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A house full of Nino

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and point o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But look who up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

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