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