Make the Loot Loop
Ice-T Lyrics

Yeah
Ice-T starts off with an affirmation of the message he's about to pass across.

This is goin out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster'
Ice-T is addressing people who commonly 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
Ice-T asserts that he is a hustler and not a gangster, and he is committed to pursuing his hustle until the end.

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
Ice-T insists he is not a gangster even though he possesses guns; he lives the good life, and the guns in his promotional materials are not props. He associates with hustlers, players and others in that league, and messing with them could be fatal. He has made a million in the past and sourced the money to bail his friends out. Now, he doesn't want to be broke anymore, and he'll do anything to keep his cash flow going, including dealing with drugs.

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
Ice-T wants to make more money and grow his bankroll; he acknowledges that he spends money quickly and is looking to make a bigger profit margin with cop and blow.

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
Ice-T admits he is greedy when it comes to money; he is quick to use weapons when needed. He dreams of luxury cars, exotic fruit, and other expensive items, and the sight of cash often arouses him more than sex. Ice-T and his friends drink Moët in a club popping flashy attire. He can turn girls' hearts from angels to something else. Although he has gained fame through his music, the streets remain his haven, and he is addicted to accumulating wealth in any way he can.

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
Ice-T lauds his riches and power, boasting about his pool, hot tub and rifle. He warns others not to mess with him, as he and his crew are not afraid to use their weapons. He has several black cars, and they are all tinted, and he strives to excel in his game to get what rightfully belongs to him. He has found love and placed the woman in his life in a white Corniece. He advises the broke not to hang out on their corners, as his 'Syndicate' street gang is patrolling the area. It's not precise what the rubber bands holding his cash does for him, but claims that he and his crew lick shots although they are not gangsters. He is making more money, and while he claims to be a straight player for life, he remains focused on his hustle side.