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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)

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get 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 like a
talkin' about 25 to life
But real do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat give up game to the vice, you know

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

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

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

But since he sang such a song
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice couldn't read
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, of ridiculously
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 snitch

On the they wants to get with his p.g.
But draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V he's doomed

Packed up and cut to susun
Got in the grill 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 E-40 and the fuckin' click"
damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

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

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

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

gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' smellin' like perfume
but ballers from different towns
A full of Nino Browns

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

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