E-40 Rat Heads Lyrics

Federal Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Drought Season
  • 2 Rat Heads
  • 3 Federal
  • 4 Outsmart the Po Po's
  • 5 Hide 'n' Seek
  • 6 Carlos Rossi
  • 7 Tanji II
  • 8 Let Him Have It
  • 9 Questions
  • 10 Extra Manish
  • 11 Get Em Up
  • 12 Nuttin Ass Nigga
  • 13 Rasta Funky Style
  • 14 Shots Out
  • Rat heads get nothin but cheese y`all
    (The ***** that talks, he`s a *****) 4x

    [ VERSE 1 ]
    Would you look, would you listen
    *****s be snitchin, talkin, rattin
    All up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
    Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-*** ****, mayn
    Speakin on every ***** in the mutha****in dope game
    He`s scared like a mice
    Po-po`s talkin about 25 to life
    But real *****s do the time, and pay the price, though
    Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
    Trick sap want to hang hisself like a ****
    Just because he got popped with a half a zip
    Chow time, *****s 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-*** *****, he straight ratted us out

    [ VERSE 2 ]
    But since he sang such a good song
    The pigs even gave his *** 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 **** 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 ***** played the role of a *****
    Little old peck, crevas-faced ******
    ***** 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"
    *****s and *****es was trippin and ****, havin a fit
    He said, "I even know E-40 and the ****in Click"
    They damn near shitted, boss
    Not knownin that the ***** was lyin his *** off
    Meanwhile, back in Vallejo
    Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale
    The other races get away clean, brother
    But *****s, we always gotta rat on each other

    [ VERSE 3 ]
    A party jumps off on Blueberg Street
    Vallejo *****s in that mutha****a 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
    *****s jackin off decks and five point o`s
    It`s all good, cause nobody gives a ****
    But look who pops up
    (The ***** that talks, he`s a *****)
    Vallejo *****s yelled out (Snitch!)
    Mobbed his ***, beat him down to the dirt
    And straight went bezerk

    Written by: E. Stevens, I. Hayes, M. Whitemon
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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