E-40

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  • E-40 Rat Heads Lyrics

           

    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

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