Текст песни Ice-T - Make the Loot Loop
Ice-T - Make the Loot Loop слова песни
YeahThis is goin out to all those muthafuckasThat like to use the word `gangster`Although I am the O.G.I`m representin that hustlin gameTo the end, niggaI`m tryin to make the loot loop[ VERSE 1 ]I ain`t no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you`d quit callin me thatAlthough I still pack straps I roll in Benzes and LacsBest believe the gats in my promo shots ain`t propsI hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops(Yo, how ya livin?) On the mellow, coolin with my fellowHustlers, players, super bitch-layersMackaronies on the true d-l - hell, mostFuckin with my niggas you could end up ghostI made a million, got my shit out pawnedBailed out the homies, now the shit`s back onMoved out the ghetto, cause I hate itBut I roll through your fuckin hood and regulate itCause I wasn`t born to be broke, I let the .45th smokeBefore I let my baby boy go under, no wonderI`m addicted to the cash flow, stacks of greenFlashback, I`m nudgin weights down a triple beamI`ma make the loot loop[ CHORUS ]As fast as I spend itI`m tryin to get back in itI make the loot loopIt`s cop and blowNigga, that`s all I knowI make the loot loopAs fast as I spend itI`m tryin to get back in itI make my loot loopNiggaI`m 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 sheetsI`m bustin nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaksWe be the niggas in the back of the club with the MoлtBitches, 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, fuck a 40 ounceI`m 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, I`m the fool on the hillWith the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam UziNiggas in LA know the Ice don`t playI`m just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlayI rock a million with the jewels on the paw (don`t start)Cause my niggas ain`t 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 it`Syndicate forever - posse of the clever`Rubberbands strap the fat green knotsWe`re strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shotsFor the goalPeace, I`m out like Nicole(Get downGet down)NiggaThe bank`s getting biggerYeahI`m makin the loot loopStraight player for lifeYeahHustler`s side