Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all  (The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 4x    [ VERSE 1 ]  Would 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  He's scared like a mice  Po-po'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 po-pos  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    [ 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 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, "Nnow 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 faggot  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    [ VERSE 3 ]  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 goin 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