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

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

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

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

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

But since he such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice read braille
made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's gives up no slack, all through the tracks
Lettin' this shit 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 like a batch, gee
The played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas fagot
sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket

On the turf wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait
He be seen no time soon
'Cause in the V he's doomed

up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the and thugs
Expressin, "I'm the V Town, Duke 707"
Niggas and was trippin' 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 gettin' for possession of sale
The other races get clean, brother
But niggas, we gotta rat on each other

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

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

gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' perfume
Nothin' but ballers from different
A house full of Nino

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

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