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

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

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

He's scared like a
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 hisself a dick
Just because he got popped with a a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the
But rat head wants to the talk to the

Get me here, dude, I'm losin' 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 spilled his
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But let him out without a doubt
Nothin' ass nigga, he ratted us out

But since he such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The mice couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and him all over Vallejo

gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of
Handed the rat money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas fagot
Nigga 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 won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V Town he's

Packed up and straight cut to
Got in the grill with all the and thugs
Expressin, "I'm the V Town, Duke 707"
and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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