Lex Luger - Bloodin' Crippin' lyrics

THAT ni**a, LEX LUGER! [Hook] (2x) Is you blooding, is you cripping? Is you thugging or you b**hing? (Is you b**hing!?) I need to know, n***a, cause I ain't got time for slouches In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks Everybody trained to go, b**h you like [?] [Verse] The way I f** these hoes... (Flocka!) It should be illegal Riding in a regal on some skinny a** tires T-Town Cutla** sitting on Crips Navy blue painted for my Metsville Crips Yellow bird, red bird, green bird, blinding Bright a** diamonds, traffic lights shining 12 months grinding, hip-hop rhyming Crack, dope selling, and these f** n***as telling 2, 3 punches, now his right eye swelling Whole crowd yelling, purp, I'm selling Looking in the mirror and I see a real young n***a Waka Flocka Flame, y'all can call me little Gucci, n***a [Hook] (2x) Is you blooding, is you cripping? Is you thugging or you b**hing? (Is you b**hing!?) I need to know, n***a, cause I ain't got time for slouches In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks Everybody trained to go, b**h you like [?]