Ice T - Make The Loot Loop Lyrics
YeahThis is goin out to all those mutha*****asThat like to use the word gangsterAlthough I am the o.g.Im representin that hustlin gameTo the end, niggaIm tryin to make the loot loop[ verse 1 ]I aint no mutha*****in gangsta, wish youd quit callin me thatAlthough I still pack straps I roll in benzes and lacsBest believe the gats in my promo shots aint propsI hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops(yo, how ya livin? ) on the mellow, coolin with my fellowHustlers, players, super *****-layersMackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most*****in with my niggas you could end up ghostI made a million, got my shit out pawnedBailed out the homies, now the shits back onMoved out the ghetto, cause I hate itBut I roll through your *****in hood and regulate itCause I wasnt born to be broke, I let the .45th smokeBefore I let my baby boy go under, no wonderIm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of greenFlashback, Im nudgin weights down a triple beamIma make the loot loop[ chorus ]As fast as I spend itIm tryin to get back in itI make the loot loopIts cop and blowNigga, thats all I knowI make the loot loopAs fast as I spend itIm tryin to get back in itI make my loot loopNiggaIm tryin to make my bank roll bigger[ verse 2 ]I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shootOstrich, fruits and austin martin coupesFill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheetsIm bustin nuts over currency, kid, ***** freaksWe be the niggas in the back of the club with the mot*****es, shrimps, mackin like pimpsWearin fly shit you never seen before (raw)I turn a angel to a whore, now need I say more?My perm got bounce, ***** a 40 ounceIm sippin cristal, pal, and represent I shallTo the end of the game(that nigga ice got fame)And just not over these beatsBut on the 4-wheel streetsI make the loot loop[ chorus ][ verse 3 ]Say what you will, Im the fool on the hillWith the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam uziNiggas in la know the ice dont playIm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlayI rock a million with the jewels on the paw (dont start)Cause my niggas aint the big ones, just big gunsPushin the limits of this game till I gets my pieceI put my true queen darlene in a white cornieceSo stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your cornerStep back from the curb when we roll up on ya20 black cars all tinted, we meant itsyndicate forever - posse of the cleverRubberbands strap the fat green knotsWere strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shotsFor the goalPeace, Im out like nicole(get downGet down)NiggaThe banks getting biggerYeahIm makin the loot loopStraight player for lifeYeahHustlers side
