Fame School Slim - Theory Doddy lyrics

[Produced by Fame School Slim] [Hook] What's a theory doddy? There's too many n***as in hell And enough b**hes in hell What's a theory doddy? There's too many n***as in hell And enough b**hes in hell What's a theory doddy? There's too many n***as in hell And enough b**hes 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***a, tell her get in line I only hit a line n***a, when it's f**ing 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***as and not enough b**hes The one b**h in the corner she look a little scary I bet you three drinks later she'll look like Halle Berry With [?] on these b**hes, they be with the sh**s I popped a blue pill now I'm on a ho Have an erection four hours, you call the doctor up n***a f** that doctor, call up some more hoes [Hook]