[Produced by Fame School Slim]
[Hook]
What’s a theory doddy?
There’s too many n*ggas in hell
And enough b*tches in hell
What’s a theory doddy?
There’s too many n*ggas in hell
And enough b*tches in hell
What’s a theory doddy?
There’s too many n*ggas in hell
And enough b*tches in hell
When I pull up to the pull up like skkrt
My Porsche don’t even sound like that
How the foreign sound skkkkrtt, like that!
What’s a theory doddy? Like that!
What’s a theory doddy? Like that!
[Verse 1]
Parking on top of the money, now she on my mind
Then she fell in love with a n*gga, tell her get in line
I only hit a line n*gga, when it’s f*cking time
I hop inside the whip, hit the foreign, skkkkrt
She said you a real one, you dead right
You in the spot alone, told em dead right
Can I share my bed with you, if your head right
And most importantly baby just have you bread right
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You want to know the theory
It’s too many n*ggas and not enough b*tches
The one b*tch in the corner she look a little scary
I bet you three drinks later she’ll look like Halle Berry
With [?] on these b*tches, they be with the sh*ts
I popped a blue pill now I’m on a ho
Have an erection four hours, you call the doctor up
n*gga f*ck that doctor, call up some more hoes
[Hook]