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Rat Heads (E-40)
   
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Title: Rat Heads
Album: Federal
Artist: E-40
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Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all (The nigga that talkshe's a bitch) 4x [ VERSE 1 ] Would you lookwould you listen Niggas be snitchintalkinrattin All up in the jointmansinginchattin Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-ass shitmayn Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game He's scared like a mice Po-po's talkin about 25 to life But real niggas do the timeand pay the pricethough Rat heads give up game to the viceyou know Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick Just because he got popped with a half a zip Chow timeniggas rush for the vittles But rat head wants to the talk to the po-pos Get me outta heredudeI'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 niggahe straight ratted us out [ VERSE 2 ] 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 seatand drove him all over Vallejo Popo's gives up no slackall through the dope tracks Lettin this shit really be knownjack To get a bit too farkind of ridiculously Handed the rat some moneyand said"Nnow you work for me" He was all for the scratchseeand just like a batchgee The nigga played the role of a pussy Little old peckcrevas-faced faggot Nigga sold outand now he wears a snitch jacket On the turf they wants to get with his p.g. But it'll draw too much heatso 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-Townduke 707" Niggas and bitches was trippin and shithavin a fit He said"I even know E-40 and the fuckin Click" They damn near shittedboss Not knownin that the nigga was lyin his ass off Meanwhileback in Vallejo Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale The other races get away cleanbrother But niggaswe always gotta rat on each other [ VERSE 3 ] A party jumps off on Blueberg Street Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep No funkno staticnobody's thinkin about a war We got Grump in the houseRhythm Xand hoes galore Baththub full of liqor and wine M.D. 20/20Ever Clearand Rossi wine All the danksters gather up They play the five second game. hold it inand get stupid stuck Hoes gettin poked in the backroom Fools goin home smellin like perfume Nothin but ballers from different towns A house full of Nino Browns Shootin poolplayin craps and dominos Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's It's all goodcause nobody gives a fuck But look who pops up (The nigga that talkshe's a bitch) Vallejo niggas yelled out (Snitch!) Mobbed his assbeat him down to the dirt And straight went bezerk  

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