rat heads lyrics – e-40

rat heads get nothin’ but cheese y’all
(the n*gg* that talks, he’s a b*tch)
rat heads get nothin’ but cheese y’all
(the n*gg* that talks, he’s a b*tch)

rat heads get nothin’ but cheese y’all
(the n*gg* that talks, he’s a b*tch)
rat heads get nothin’ but cheese y’all
(the n*gg* that talks, he’s a b*tch)

vwould you look, would you listen
n*gg*s be snitchin’, talkin’, rattin’
all up in the joint, man, singin’, chattin’
talkin’ all that old really fruitful riff raff *ss sh*t, mayn
speakin’ on every n*gg* in the m*th*f*ckin’ dope game

he’s scared like a mice
popo’s talkin’ about 25 to life
but real n*gg*s 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 d*ck
just because he got popped with a half a zip
chow time, n*gg*s 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’ *ss n*gg*, he straight ratted us out

but since he sang such a good song
the pigs even gave his *ss 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 sh*t 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 n*gg* played the role of a p*ssy
little old peck, crevas faced f*got
n*gg* 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”
n*gg*s and b*tches was trippin’ and sh*t, havin a fit

he said, “i even know e-40 and the f*ckin’ click”
they d*mn near sh*tted, boss
not knownin’ that the n*gg* was lyin’ his *ss off
meanwhile, back in vallejo

brothers gettin’ knocked for possession of sale
the other races get away clean, brother
but n*gg*s, we always gotta rat on each other

a party jumps off on blueberg street
vallejo n*gg*s in that m*th*f*cka h*lla deep
no funk, no static, n*body’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’ cr*ps and dominos
n*gg*s jackin’ off decks and five point o’s
it’s all good, ’cause n*body gives a f*ck
but look who pops up
(the n*gg* that talks, he’s a b*tch)

vallejo n*gg*s yelled out
mobbed his *ss, beat him down to the dirt
and straight went bezerk

/ e 40 lyrics