45 Minutes To Broadway - Sheek Louch, Paul Wall

Oh, oh…

We gon' do it like — oh, oh…

We gon' do it like

Sheek usually white tee thuggin, blue steel huggin

See me with a chick, most likely be fuckin

Neighbors too nosy, chain all rosy

Fresh white Airs, one squirt of Dolce

Coupe all kitted, wrist all glitted

You would think I’m hot in how low I wear my fitted

Dutch already twisted, 'gnac all poured

'Bout to hit the hood and find me a nasty broad

I like 'em with some weight, at least around eight

They don’t gotta be a 10 long as they can bring a friend

C’mon, pile in, let your hair out

Reach into that little mini-bar and pull a beer out

Loose, there’s cranberry if you need it for the Grey Goose

By now I got my pants around my ankles

Ooh c’mere mama, let me thug you out

Let me whisper somethin to you that’ll bug you out

45 minutes to Broadway

I can be downtown, I’m only 5 minutes from the Boogie Down

45 minutes to Broadway

We can come back up to Y.O.

where I blow your back up

45 minutes to Broadway

We can get drunk ma, and hang out right in the sports bar

45 minutes to Broadway

Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-Block playa

We like «Take it off!»

Do you mind if I take a picture of you and send it up North?

My homey in his cell and all he got is Black Tail

He need a Polaroid so he can let 'em know it’s real (ha ha)

And you ain’t gotta stay indoors

I got a house key for doin the choors (no doubt)

Chef in the mornin, mines scrambled baby, how you want yours?

(How you want your eggs?) I take 'em to the hood, send 'em to the store

Introduce 'em to my homies, Sheek so raw

It’s all fair game, I come back with four more

Don’t be scared ma — you heard a lot about D-Block, right?

Well you here ma, let’s go

I don’t wanna talk about it (nah)

You keep tellin me your house is crowded (so?)

What’chu wanna move in?

I doubt it (uh-uh)

I’ll let you sleep over, use the robe and go get you an outfit

I like my freedom baby, I already got a baby

I lay my game down flat soon as I meet a lady

We can do it up, I don’t care if you married

Divorced with kids, I don’t give a fuck

Oh, oh… we gon' do it like —