Intro:
A: Because I got it like that, uh huh
Because I got it like that, wooh, uh huh
Because I got it like that
G: Like how?
A: Like that
Verse 1: Afrika, Mike G
Dancin’ on the dance floor
Girl, it’s you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I’ll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you’ve got to make it quick
Baby, baby, baby
I know I drive you crazy
MC’s know me as Mike G
Girls hold on to me tightly
Warm personality
That’s why they get close to me
Try their best to drive me wild
Say they want to bear my child
I go away, they say, «Come back»
Why? Because I got it like that
Chorus:
A: Yeah, uh huh
G: Because I got it like that
A: Yeah, uh huh
G: Because I got it like that
A: A ha ha, uh huh
G: Because I got it like that
A: Like how?
G: Like that
Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy B is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like that, but you still don’t understand
It comes to me natural, it comes to me easy
I just lay back and let the big beat lead me
I never work a day in my life
Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife
100,000 rhymes from one band, that’s many
But back where I come from, they ain’t worth a penny
You’ve got a lot of talent, but you fail to see
You paid for yours, I got mine for free
Play in the rain and don’t get wet
Walk through the desert and don’t even sweat
Play in the snow and don’t get cold
I’m just a cool young brother who looks kinda old
Love around the world schoolin’ the sound
If I could bet a crowd and get caught us loud
I’ve got ladies uptown and money on the floor
There’s not a thing in the world that I’m askin’ for
Chorus 2:
A: Wooh, uh huh
G: Because I got it like that
You wanna know why, brother?
Because I got it like that
A: Uh huh
G: I ain’t jokin’, I ain’t playin’, it’s just my brother
I got it like that
A: A ha ha
Verse 3: Afrika
Used to be a player, couldn’t be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin’ every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look witty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin’ for?
4 to 5, you see, was my minimum
And every day, I used to go and get with ’em
One for every hour on the hour