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

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

He's like a mice
Popo's talkin' 25 to life
But niggas 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
time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the

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

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

But since he such a good song
The even gave his ass a ride home
The blind couldn't read braille
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, kind of
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 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 it'll too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V Town 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 bitches was trippin' and shit, 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, back in

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

A party jumps off on Blueberg
niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and 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' smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A house of Nino Browns

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

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