Make The Loot Loop Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

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 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

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 

[ 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 

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 

[ 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, 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 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

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 want to, 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