Lil' Zane - What Must I Do Lyrics
Hey yo. this joint right here,Is dedicated to that one girl that every player wants.I see you baby, and i wanna know, what must i do?[lil' zane]What can i do to make you see thatYou want a hot boy baby i'll be thatTell ya man that you won't be comin' backThem other cats that you don't need none of thatI won't dine you, i'll grind youStandin up behind youHit it from the back so exact that it blind youNever tried to find youBut now i know i need you to combine withHelp me raise mine withI need a lady in my life when the streets is roughSo come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffsWon't stop even when you tellin me it's enoughCan't drop till i'm feelin that i'm killin ya stuffWanna be the one you livin' for and givin' ya moreMake ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floorNobody sittin babyYou gettin' more than you can takeSo come on shorty stop bein' so fakeChorus:What must i do? (to show you that i love you)What must i do? (please tell me)What must i do baby? (to have you)What must i do baby? (to hold you, to have you)What must i do? (come closer, i'll grab you)What must i do? (please tell me)What must i do baby? (to have you)What must i do baby?(keep you iced out, spend nights out, baby i'll put ya lights out)[lil' zane]I know ya man ain't blind it ain't hard to seeBlew his mind when he saw you in the car with meAnd my girl ain't blind cuz she ask and wanna seeWho is that wit you when i passed the hummerI said nobody but she smelled yo' bodyWit you bout a hour agoShould a listened when you told me take a shower thoughIf i was her man she'd even take half my doughBut i'm notSo hop up in the drop we can cruise the blockAnd got a spot where them niggas don't goOn the low shorty pop 'droBut she don't let guys knowBy the time we left, her eyes lowLet's do it in the parking lotBaby i don't give a ***** if it's dark or notAlready comin' out my shirt cuz it's awfully hotGot down to everything but my jewels and socksChorus[lil' zane]Last week i met this girlMy nigga she drove me crazyDamn, she bad as hellEven let her push my mercedesI hear she got a manBut he ain't beatin it crazyThat's why she came to zCuz i treat her like a ladyTook her up out the hoodFlossin' hard in fancy carsBy my side at the awardsLookin' badder than the starsChickens was getting jealousAnd players was lookin' madOf course, could have been my porscheBut mami was kinda badHold up, am i startin to catch feelings that i never hadAnd if i get serious will my niggas laughShe like 25, i ain't even 20 yetDiggin with her, gotta show her how my money stretchShe got drops that she ain't drove yetShe buyin' furs and it ain't even cold yetGimme anything i need, shorty gon' go getI got platinum and i ain't even old yetChorus x 2(with variations)
