Ice-t - Make The Loot Loop lyrics

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Ice-t - Make The Loot Loop lyrics

Yeah This is goin out to all those muthaf**as That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin that hustlin game To the end, n***a I'm tryin to make the loot loop [ VERSE 1 ] I ain't no muthaf**in gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that Although I still pack straps I roll in Benzes and Lacs Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops (Yo, how ya livin?) On the mellow, coolin with my fellow Hustlers, players, super b**h-layers Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most f**in with my n***as you could end up ghost I made a million, got my sh** out pawned Bailed out the homies, now the sh**'s back on Moved out the ghetto, cause I hate it But I roll through your f**in hood and regulate it Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the .45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin weights down a triple beam I'ma make the loot loop [ CHORUS ] As fast as I spend it I'm tryin to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow n***a, that's all I know I make the loot loop As fast as I spend it I'm tryin to get back in it I make my loot loop n***a I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger [ VERSE 2 ] I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, f** freaks We be the n***as in the back of the club with the Mo?t b**hes, shrimps, mackin like pimps Wearin fly sh** you never seen before (raw) I turn a angel to a who*e, now need I say more? My perm got bounce, f** a 40 ounce I'm sippin Cristal, pal, and represent I shall To the end of the game (That n***a Ice got fame) And just not over these beats But on the 4-wheel streets I make the loot loop [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam Uzi n***as in LA know the Ice don't play I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay I rock a million with the j**els on the paw (don't start) Cause my n***as ain't the big ones, just big guns Pushin the limits of this game till I gets my piece I put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniece So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya 20 black cars all tinted, we meant it 'Syndicate forever - posse of the clever' Rubberbands strap the fat green knots We're strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shots For the goal Peace, I'm out like Nicole (Get down Get down) n***a The bank's getting bigger Yeah I'm makin the loot loop Straight player for life Yeah Hustler's side

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