Rat Heads Lyrics - E-40

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all 

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all 

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all 

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all 

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 

VWould you look, would you listen 

Niggas be snitchin', talkin', rattin' 

All up in the joint, man, singin', chattin' 

Talkin' all that old really fruitful riff raff ass shit, mayn 

Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' dope game 

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He's scared like a mice 

Popo's talkin' about 25 to life 

But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though 

Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know 

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick 

Just because he got popped with a half a zip 

Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles 

But rat head wants to the talk to the popo's 

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' weight stressin' 

So they offer that man some police protection 

He couldn't be from the Hillside or the south 

'Cause my side of town don't go runnin' off at the mouth 

Mickey Mouse spilled his guts 

He said, "They all drive Chevys and Cuts'" 

But they let him out without a doubt 

Nothin' ass nigga, he straight ratted us out 

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But since he sang such a good song 

The pigs even gave his ass a ride home 

The blind mice couldn't read braille 

They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo 

Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks 

Lettin' this shit really be known, jack 

To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously 

Handed the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me" 

He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee 

The nigga played the role of a pussy 

Little old peck, crevas faced fagot 

Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket 

On the turf they wants to get with his p.g. 

But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently 

He won't be seen no time soon 

'Cause in the V Town he's doomed 

Packed up and straight cut to susun 

Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs 

Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, Duke 707" 

Niggas and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit 

He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin' click" 

They damn near shitted, boss 

Not knownin' that the nigga was lyin' his ass off 

Meanwhile, back in Vallejo 

Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of sale 

The other races get away clean, brother 

But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other 

A party jumps off on Blueberg Street 

Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep 

No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' about a war 

We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore 

Baththub full of liqor and wine 

M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine 

All the danksters gather up 

They play the five second game hold it in, and get stupid stuck 

Hoes gettin' poked in the backroom 

Fools goi' home smellin' like perfume 

Nothin' but ballers from different towns 

A house full of Nino Browns 

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and dominos 

Niggas jackin' off decks and five point o's 

It's all good, 'cause nobody gives a fuck 

But look who pops up 

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 

Vallejo niggas yelled out 

(Snitch) 

Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt 

And straight went bezerk