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Make the Loot Loop
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Pop
Make the Loot Loop was released on June 1, 1996 by Ice Touring as a part of the album VI: Return of the Real
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Release DateJune 1, 1996
LabelIce Touring
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

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Lyrics

Yeah
(Get down, get down)
This is goin' out to all those motherfuckers
That like to use the word "gangsta"
(Get down, get down)
Although I am the OG, I'm representin' that hustlin' thang
(Get down, get down)
To the end, ****, I'm tryna make the loot loop
(Get down, get down)
I ain't no motherfuckin' 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 live?) On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch layers
Macaronis on the true DL, hell, most
Fuckin' with my ****, you can end up ghost (Gone)
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 four-fifth 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 the triple-beam
I'ma make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
As fast as I spend it, I'm tryna get back in it
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
It's coppin' blow, ****, that's all I know
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
As fast as I spend it, I'm tryna get back in it
I make my loot loop (Get down, get down)
****, I'm tryna make my bankroll bigger
I must admit I got a lust for loot
Quick to shoot, ostrich boots and Aston Martin coupes
Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets
I'm bustin' nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks
We be the **** in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like pimps
Wearin' fly shit you never seen before (Raw)
I turn an angel to a whore, now need I say more?
My perm got bounce, fuck a forty ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal, and represent, I shall
'Til the end of the game (That **** Ice got fame)
I'm just not over these beats, but on the fo' real streets
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
As fast as I spend it, I'm tryna get back in it
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
It's coppin' blow, ****, that's all I know
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
As fast as I spend it, I'm tryna get back in it
I make the loot loop (Get down, get down)
****, I'm tryna make my bankroll bigger
Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jacuzzi, laser beam Uzi
**** in LA know that Ice don't play
I'm just a savage for the cabbage and the pimp parlay
I rock a million worth of jewels in the park (Don't start)
'Cause my **** ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of this game 'til I gets my piece
And put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniche
So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner
Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
Twenty black cars, all tinted, we Memphis
Syndicate forever, posse of the clever
Rubber bands strapped to fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers, not gangstas, but we still lick shots
For the gold (Get down, get down)
Peace, I'm out like Nicole
(Get down, get down)
****, the bank's gettin' bigger
(Get down, get down)
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot loop
(Get down, get down)
Straight player for life
(Get down, get down)
Yeah, hustler style
Written by: Ice-T, R. Ascencio, Tracy Morrow
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