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

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The that 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 in the muthafuckin' dope game

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

Trick sap wanna hang like a dick
Just because he got with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head to the talk to the popo's

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

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

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

Popo's gives up no slack, all the dope tracks
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 played the role of a pussy
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch jacket

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

up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and
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 near shitted, boss
Not that the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

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

A party jumps off on Street
Vallejo niggas in that hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got Grump in the house, X, and hoes galore

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

Hoes poked in the backroom
Fools home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but ballers different towns
A house of Nino Browns

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and five o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

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