Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 45 Minutes To Broadway, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
45 Minutes To Broadway |
| 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 — |