Текст песни: E-40 - Rat Heads



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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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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