Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make The Loot Loop, artist - Ice T. Album song VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make The Loot Loop |
| Yeah |
| This is goin out to all those muthafuckas |
| That like to use the word 'gangster' |
| Although I am the O. G |
| I’m representin that hustlin game |
| To the end, nigga |
| I’m tryin to make the loot loop |
| I ain’t no muthafuckin 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 bitch-layers |
| Mackaronies on the true d-l — hell, most |
| Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost |
| I made a million, got my shit out pawned |
| Bailed out the homies, now the shit’s back on |
| Moved out the ghetto, cause I hate it |
| But I roll through your fuckin 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 |
| As fast as I spend it |
| I’m tryin to get back in it |
| I make the loot loop |
| It’s cop and blow |
| Nigga, 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 |
| Nigga |
| I’m tryin to make my bank roll bigger |
| 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, fuck freaks |
| We be the niggas in the back of the club with the Moët |
| Bitches, shrimps, mackin like pimps |
| Wearin fly shit you never seen before (raw) |
| I turn a angel to a whore, now need I say more? |
| My perm got bounce, fuck a 40 ounce |
| I’m sippin Cristal, pal, and represent I shall |
| To the end of the game |
| (That nigga Ice got fame) |
| And just not over these beats |
| But on the 4-wheel streets |
| I make the loot loop |
| Say what you will, I’m the fool on the hill |
| With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam Uzi |
| Niggas 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 jewels on the paw (don't start) |
| Cause my niggas 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) |
| Nigga |
| The bank’s getting bigger |
| Yeah |
| I’m makin the loot loop |
| Straight player for life |
| Yeah |
| Hustler’s side |