Lil' Zane - What Must I Do

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 that
You want a hot boy baby I`ll be that
Tell ya man that you won`t be comin` back
Them other cats that you don`t need none of that
I won`t dine you, I`ll grind you
Standin up behind you
Hit it from the back so exact that it blind you
Never tried to find you
But now I know I need you to combine with
Help me raise mine with
I need a lady in my life when the streets is rough
So come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffs
Won`t stop even when you tellin me it`s enough
Can`t drop till I`m feelin that I`m killin ya stuff
Wanna be the one you livin` for and givin` ya more
Make ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floor
Nobody sittin baby
You gettin` more than you can take
So come on shorty stop bein` so fake
[Chorus:]
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 see
Blew his mind when he saw you in the car with me
And my girl ain`t blind cuz she ask and wanna see
Who is that wit you when I passed the hummer
I said nobody but she smelled yo` body
Wit you bout a hour ago
Should a listened when you told me take a shower though
If I was her man she`d even take half my dough
But I`m not
So hop up in the drop we can cruise the block
And got a spot where them niggas don`t go
On the low shorty pop `dro
But she don`t let guys know
By the time we left, her eyes low
Let`s do it in the parking lot
Baby I don`t give a fuck if it`s dark or not
Already comin` out my shirt cuz it`s awfully hot
Got down to everything but my jewels and socks
[Chorus]
[Lil` Zane]
Last week I met this girl
My nigga she drove me crazy
Damn, she bad as hell
Even let her push my Mercedes
I hear she got a man
But he ain`t beatin it crazy
That`s why she came to Z
Cuz I treat her like a lady
Took her up out the hood
Flossin` hard in fancy cars
By my side at the awards
Lookin` badder than the stars
Chickens was getting jealous
And players was lookin` mad
Of course, could have been my Porsche
But mami was kinda bad
Hold up, am I startin to catch feelings that I never had
And if I get serious will my niggas laugh
She like 25, I ain`t even 20 yet
Diggin with her, gotta show her how my money stretch
She got drops that she ain`t drove yet
She buyin` furs and it ain`t even cold yet
Gimme anything I need, shorty gon` go get
I got platinum and I ain`t even old yet
[Chorus x 2 (with variations)]