C-Mob - Same Rules Apply lyrics

{intro: c-mob & monty carlo} 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 b*tch 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 {hook: prob} They say you are what you eat If the same rules apply to what you smoke then i am an og Bi-b*tch 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 fu*king g My-my monty carlo and c-m-o-b b*tch i am an og {verse 1: ojg} Yeah, oj fu*king g If you out here making any kinda noise Then you know i'mma fu*king 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 Throwing up them {hon doms?} Mayberry 7-6-5 by the cemetery's where i'm from {verse 2: monty carlo} 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 Bmw and that boss {humidly?} Who rocking with me? Then pull up ni**a roll up and get foggy K-killed them cats and they were sleeping on me Now they scared to get groggy ni**a it's carlo with this heat P-p-philo t all in that beat And a little money y'all ni**as brag about I'm rolling up in my suite {hook: prob} They say you are what you eat If the same rules apply to what you smoke then i am an og Bi-b*tch 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 fu*king g My-my monty carlo and c-m-o-b b*tch i am an og {verse 3: prob} Prob A-a-a-ask my young ni**as to the grey bog Talking bout young ni**as Please don't pass that mid-gray when that og in my lungs ni**a Give us that throne ni**a 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 ni**as, they gonna relate When you getting cake that's your favorite plate {verse 4: ill will} 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 sh*t 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 ni**as hating get deez nuts or we get paid hoe {hook: prob} They say you are what you eat If the same rules apply to what you smoke then i am an og Bi-b*tch 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 fu*king g My-my monty carlo and c-m-o-b b*tch i am an og {c-mob: verse 5} 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 su*k 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 sh*t 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 {hook: prob} They say you are what you eat If the same rules apply to what you smoke then i am an og Bi-b*tch 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 fu*king g My-my monty carlo and c-m-o-b b*tch i am an og