C-Mob, OJG, Ill Will - Same Rules Apply lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Mob, OJG, Ill Will - Same Rules Apply lyrics]
Yeah let's do it
Marion Indiana home of the giants
7-6-5 stand up
Ojg, Monty Carlo, Prob, Ill Will, C-Mob
Boscon Midi in this bitch
All my go-getters stand up bMWs stand up
Half nots stand up yeah
It's time to put the city on
You already know philo T on the beat
You a fool for this one yeah
Same rules apply yeah
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Yeah, Oj fucking g
If you out here making any kinda noise
Then you know I'mma fucking OG
Especially when it comes to these trees
Sage ruins a plow when I murder these beats
I get so high when I'm smoking on me
I prefer regular Swisher Sweets
I like my hair straight and my sprite cold
Keep y'all clowns walking tight ropes
If you slip once it's your life hoe
If you get up it's that ego to your stomach
Making vomit
Mayberry 7-6-5 by the cemetery's
Where I'm from
Smoking OG Bobby Johnson
Deuce up, two blunts purple weed, purple bag
That's Crown Royal, got two cups
I'm too drunk feeling right
This right here for our city
That's the half nots go getters
Who rocking with me? Then pull up
Nigga roll up and get foggy
K-Killed them cats and they
Were sleeping on me
Now they scared to get groggy
Nigga it's Carlo with this heat
P-P-Philo T all in that beat
And a little money y'all niggas brag about
I'm rolling up in my suite
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Prob
A-a-a-ask my young niggas to the grey bog
Talking bout young niggas
Please don't pass that mid-gray when that
OG in my lungs nigga
Give us that throne nigga
My whole team deserve royalty
And I don't mind if you Crown
Me but I prefer some Hennessy
That's all we drink, Y yack club
I'm a Cognac sipper till the day I day
I'll keep it 100 with you return the favor
The same rules apply no lie
I'm no hypocrite i'm just keeping it
Real versus fake
My real niggas, they gonna relate
When you getting cake that's
Your favorite plate
If you are what you eat, I'm Hannibal Lecter
Eat your favorite rapper with some Fava beans
Cause, I'm cold (cold) but on the contrary
My flow hotter than a lava stream
It's just Ojg, Carlo plus me, Prob and C-Mob
And we go gone like a retard
That weak shit I just regard my dawgs blow
More real weed now cause my
Connection's got his green
Card and them O's come in prescription bags
So the lone man weed don't need drones
And I pour up that bottle banging
My style fun with that lemonade
If you niggas hating get deez nuts
Or we get paid hoe
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Yeah sipping on a bottle of Crown Royale
Planning on my next endeavor I'm trynna
Get paid like I found oil
Keep ten toes down toil
Hard for the money, break ground soil
And I link up with a select few
Cause not everybody in the town's loyal
Breaking down and run the OG
When I roll these no weed
Get up in the studio and go hard
And if you gotta find the women
That suck it don't wanna see
Me in public I love it when
I pull out yo card
What we say in the booth do you hear it?
(ugh) the same rules apply to the street
The time and effort that I put into my lyrics
The same rules apply to the beat
You don't really wanna start shit with us
(ugh) it'll get you crushed
Hit till your lips adjust cause
When I'm pissed enough
Then it's fists to cuffs
And plus Mob trigga fingers they itch to bust
So in the midst of us
If you wanna act funny better get back
We can't stand ya
We're from the small town of madness
Marion Indiana
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Marion Indiana home of the giants
7-6-5 stand up
Ojg, Monty Carlo, Prob, Ill Will, C-Mob
Boscon Midi in this bitch
All my go-getters stand up bMWs stand up
Half nots stand up yeah
It's time to put the city on
You already know philo T on the beat
You a fool for this one yeah
Same rules apply yeah
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Yeah, Oj fucking g
If you out here making any kinda noise
Then you know I'mma fucking OG
Especially when it comes to these trees
Sage ruins a plow when I murder these beats
I get so high when I'm smoking on me
I prefer regular Swisher Sweets
I like my hair straight and my sprite cold
Keep y'all clowns walking tight ropes
If you slip once it's your life hoe
If you get up it's that ego to your stomach
Making vomit
Mayberry 7-6-5 by the cemetery's
Where I'm from
Smoking OG Bobby Johnson
Deuce up, two blunts purple weed, purple bag
That's Crown Royal, got two cups
I'm too drunk feeling right
This right here for our city
That's the half nots go getters
Who rocking with me? Then pull up
Nigga roll up and get foggy
K-Killed them cats and they
Were sleeping on me
Now they scared to get groggy
Nigga it's Carlo with this heat
P-P-Philo T all in that beat
And a little money y'all niggas brag about
I'm rolling up in my suite
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Prob
A-a-a-ask my young niggas to the grey bog
Talking bout young niggas
Please don't pass that mid-gray when that
OG in my lungs nigga
Give us that throne nigga
My whole team deserve royalty
And I don't mind if you Crown
Me but I prefer some Hennessy
That's all we drink, Y yack club
I'm a Cognac sipper till the day I day
I'll keep it 100 with you return the favor
The same rules apply no lie
I'm no hypocrite i'm just keeping it
Real versus fake
My real niggas, they gonna relate
When you getting cake that's
Your favorite plate
If you are what you eat, I'm Hannibal Lecter
Eat your favorite rapper with some Fava beans
Cause, I'm cold (cold) but on the contrary
My flow hotter than a lava stream
It's just Ojg, Carlo plus me, Prob and C-Mob
And we go gone like a retard
That weak shit I just regard my dawgs blow
More real weed now cause my
Connection's got his green
Card and them O's come in prescription bags
So the lone man weed don't need drones
And I pour up that bottle banging
My style fun with that lemonade
If you niggas hating get deez nuts
Or we get paid hoe
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
Yeah sipping on a bottle of Crown Royale
Planning on my next endeavor I'm trynna
Get paid like I found oil
Keep ten toes down toil
Hard for the money, break ground soil
And I link up with a select few
Cause not everybody in the town's loyal
Breaking down and run the OG
When I roll these no weed
Get up in the studio and go hard
And if you gotta find the women
That suck it don't wanna see
Me in public I love it when
I pull out yo card
What we say in the booth do you hear it?
(ugh) the same rules apply to the street
The time and effort that I put into my lyrics
The same rules apply to the beat
You don't really wanna start shit with us
(ugh) it'll get you crushed
Hit till your lips adjust cause
When I'm pissed enough
Then it's fists to cuffs
And plus Mob trigga fingers they itch to bust
So in the midst of us
If you wanna act funny better get back
We can't stand ya
We're from the small town of madness
Marion Indiana
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah and if the same rules apply to what
You drink then I am royalty
(roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you
Smoke then I am an OG p-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG