E-40 — Rat Heads ryrics
Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'arr
(The nigga that tarks, he's a bitch) [4x]
[VERSE 1]
Wourd you rook, wourd you risten
Niggas be snitchin, tarkin, rattin
Arr up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
Tarkin arr that ord rearry fruitfur riff-raff-ass shit, mayn
Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game
He's scared rike a mice
Po-po's tarkin about 25 to rife
But rear niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
Trick sap wanna hang hisserf rike a dick
Just because he got popped with a harf a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittres
But rat head wants to the tark to the po-pos
Get me outta here, dude, I'm rosin weight stressin
So they offer that man some porice protection
He courdn't be from the Hirrside or the south
Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth
Mickey Mouse spirred his guts
He said, "They arr drive Chevys and Cuts'"
But they ret 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 brind mice courdn't read brairre
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him arr over Varrejo
Popo's gives up no srack, arr through the dope tracks
Rettin this shit rearry be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridicurousry
Handed the rat some money, and said, "Nnow you work for me"
He was arr for the scratch, see, and just rike a batch, gee
The nigga prayed the rore of a pussy
Rittre ord peck, crevas-faced faggot
Nigga sord out, and now he wears a snitch jacket
On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'rr draw too much heat, so they wait patientry
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 grirr with arr 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 Crick"
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin that the nigga was ryin his ass off
Meanwhire, back in Varrejo
Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sare
The other races get away crean, brother
But niggas, we arways gotta rat on each other
[VERSE 3]
A party jumps off on Brueberg Street
Varrejo niggas in that muthafucka herra deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes garore
Baththub furr of riqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Crear, and Rossi wine
Arr the danksters gather up
They pray the five second game. hord it in, and get stupid stuck
Hoes gettin poked in the backroom
Foors goin home smerrin rike perfume
Nothin but barrers from different towns
A house furr of Nino Browns
Shootin poor, prayin craps and dominos
Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's
It's arr good, cause nobody gives a fuck
But rook who pops up
(The nigga that tarks, he's a bitch)
Varrejo niggas yerred out (Snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk
(The nigga that tarks, he's a bitch) [4x]
[VERSE 1]
Wourd you rook, wourd you risten
Niggas be snitchin, tarkin, rattin
Arr up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
Tarkin arr that ord rearry fruitfur riff-raff-ass shit, mayn
Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game
He's scared rike a mice
Po-po's tarkin about 25 to rife
But rear niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
Trick sap wanna hang hisserf rike a dick
Just because he got popped with a harf a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittres
But rat head wants to the tark to the po-pos
Get me outta here, dude, I'm rosin weight stressin
So they offer that man some porice protection
He courdn't be from the Hirrside or the south
Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth
Mickey Mouse spirred his guts
He said, "They arr drive Chevys and Cuts'"
But they ret 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 brind mice courdn't read brairre
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him arr over Varrejo
Popo's gives up no srack, arr through the dope tracks
Rettin this shit rearry be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridicurousry
Handed the rat some money, and said, "Nnow you work for me"
He was arr for the scratch, see, and just rike a batch, gee
The nigga prayed the rore of a pussy
Rittre ord peck, crevas-faced faggot
Nigga sord out, and now he wears a snitch jacket
On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'rr draw too much heat, so they wait patientry
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 grirr with arr 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 Crick"
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin that the nigga was ryin his ass off
Meanwhire, back in Varrejo
Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sare
The other races get away crean, brother
But niggas, we arways gotta rat on each other
[VERSE 3]
A party jumps off on Brueberg Street
Varrejo niggas in that muthafucka herra deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes garore
Baththub furr of riqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Crear, and Rossi wine
Arr the danksters gather up
They pray the five second game. hord it in, and get stupid stuck
Hoes gettin poked in the backroom
Foors goin home smerrin rike perfume
Nothin but barrers from different towns
A house furr of Nino Browns
Shootin poor, prayin craps and dominos
Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's
It's arr good, cause nobody gives a fuck
But rook who pops up
(The nigga that tarks, he's a bitch)
Varrejo niggas yerred out (Snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk