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

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

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

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

sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a 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 weight stressin'
So they that man some police protection
He couldn't be the Hillside or the south
'Cause my side of town don't go off at the mouth

Mickey spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out 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 couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the 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, of ridiculously
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 played the of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas faced
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch jacket

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

Packed up and straight cut to
Got in the with all the hoods and thugs
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"
They damn shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

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

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

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

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

Shootin' pool, playin' and dominos
jackin' off decks and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

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