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Viewing Lyrics for Make the Loot Loop:
| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | VI - Return of the Real | | Track: | Make the Loot Loop | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 153 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 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
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