Album: Straight Out the Jungle
Song: Because I Got it Like That

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
One on the way while I was in the shower
It sounds kinda crazy, it sounds kinda bugged
But you see, Afrika was the one they loved
So you see, it got to a point where they didn't care
They didn't wanna give me up, so they agreed to share

Chorus 3:

A: Because I got it like that
G: I hear you, brother, word
A: Because I got it like that
G: Man, you's one baaaaaad jungle brother
A: Like that
Like that

Outro:

A: Uh, wooh, Sammy B, B, you got it like that
   I know you got it like that
   Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man
   New Orleans got it like that
   New York City got it like that
   Los Angeles got it like that
   Cleveland got it like that
   Let me see, who else got it like that?
G: Detroit
A: Who?
G: Detroit
A: Man, yeah, Atlanta got it like that
   Philadelphia got it like that
   Texas got it like that, let me see
   Somebody else got it like that
G: D.C.
A: Yea, D.C., D.C. got it like that
   Boston, Miami, I know you got it like that, Miami
G: Word
A: Word up, yo, I'm outta here, you know why?
Both: BECAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT

Album: Straight Out the Jungle
Song: Straight Out the Jungle

{Africa}
Educated man, from the motherland
You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am
I'm a jungle brother, a true, blue brother
And I've been to many places you'll never discover
Step to my side, suckers run and hide
Africa's in the house, they get petrified
You wanna know why, I'll tell you why
Because they can't stand the soght of the jungle eye
They never fight or fuss, they never curse or cuss
They just stand on the side and stare at us
They get out of line, I put 'em on a vine
And give 'em one big push for all mankind
There ain't nuttin to it, I just go head and do it
And lay down the jungle sound and run right through it
And when I'm on the mic, I never stutter or stumble
'Cause I'm a Jungle Brother, straight out the jungle

{Mike G}
Cool and quiet, but quick to start up a riot
I write the rhyme, bums assist to bite it
I wear no gold around my neck just black medallions
And sold the home of true black stallions
I don't care for fair 'cause fair-fair's meat
Out of 10 ways of dying, the first might cheat
I'm harder than the hardest, hardest, hard can get
Africa and I, while Sammy B's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now he's in debt
The sucker said he wasn't scared but still in all he sweat
A poor man became rich because some meeky bet
My brother's searching high and low, they'll looking for me
Where will they find me, in the J-U-N-G-L-E

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going
under(4x)

{Mike G}
Struggle to live (struggle to live) struggle to survive
Struggle (struggle) just to stay alive
'Cause inside the jungle, either you do or you die
You got to be aware, you got to have the jungle eye
Take it from a brother who knows my friend
The animals, the cannibals will do you in
Cut your throat (cut your throat) stab you in the back
The untamed animal just don't know how to act
It's unbelievable (unbelievable) uncivilized (ci-civilized)
And now I'm starting to realize
Danger in the jungle, the jungle means danger (danger)
Tension intense, hearts filled wit anger (anger)
Men killing men just because of one's color
In this lifetime, I've seen nothing dumber
So I think before I make a move
Make sure my rhyme goes along wit the groove
And backing on a brother it's time to rumble
My name's Mike G (Mike G) and I'm straight out the jungle

Album: Raw Deluxe
Song: Jungle Brother (Stereo MC's mix)

[The JBeez, the JBeez...]

10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won't present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But I won't let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion

Say what say what say what

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]

Now if I worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what I've got
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals
When I'm walking through the streets
I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy"
Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy,
But it ain't like that
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back
So when the loot come through,
I do what I gotta do,
Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue.

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]

[The JBeez, The JBeez...]

Ya
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile
Business is intact, now we come back strapped
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts
Coming bite and exact
To take your mental out the shack
Dunk your cookie in my milk
And let it soak in my rap
On the mic I talk about the blight
To reach new heights
Put up a fight with everything in sight
That blocks my light
Label my generation
X marks the spot
We make it hot
We don't stop
To bust back, we just keep
Busting the [Blam blam]
Bulletproof brain cells
The name spells out success
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest

Stay black and rhyming
Till the day that I'm dieing
Death defying
Shaky eyeing
And God I'm relying
Test up my import, make a million or more
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor
When we come to the jam
No glissening gimmicks
Break it off on your right
See my style has no limits
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye
Rhyme writing, counter lighting
Emcees like this make hits for competition
Like slitting your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]

Every day, all day, it goes down like this

[The JBeez, the JBeez...]

Album: Raw Deluxe
Song: How Ya Want It We Got It (native tongues mix)

How Ya Want It We Got It [Oh yeah!] (x4)

{Dove}
Hey Mr. Africa [What]
This joint is headed
Man I'm glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty-one six
To hear my Sammy on the mix [Aight]
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy.
Now I'm swole
Who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your sh-t's sedated
I bring the doctor,
I'm a for the remedy
But some pretend to be
A bit seditty
Your atittude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy

{Mike G}
Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves,
We make you wanna misbehave
We gotcha hooked
Like the rhythm and the slaves
So catch a phase of the craze
Noddin' heads for days
He's acting stingy with the level
And he spreads in many ways
So if you want to test the effervesce
Come along and be my guest
Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House

{Dove}
And De La's in the house

{Q-Tip}
And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
Ya Ya Ya Ya
You wanna all it,
Y'know cause I could give it all night N-gga
And make ya last Mike Gigger,
Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez
Straight out the jungle
with the natural remedy
I'm reppin'
We lettin' off joints at this section
The steppin'
Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons
And the essence
You know we got alot like constock
The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy

So,
How ya want it, we got it [Oh Yeah!](x4)

{Posdnous}
Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t
Be the native tongue
Rocka one plug infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts
Don Perry on free
back where ladies love to hear the emcee
We be
The neccessary realism
While you be
Chicken lo mein stream baby,
What? Place it in your gut.
Guaranteed. We in the lead to run rap [Ya]
Just hand over the deed

{Africa}
Now Ya heard about, read about
Be apart of it don't front
Now I'ma play ya like the government
And give ya what I think ya want:
That native river
To make ya rock with one another
Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table I bring
Fat jams to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin',
I haven't had nothing like this
Since Doin' Our Own Dang
So be ya P, Is it ready?
To flip ya pattern of speech
Cause I thinks
There's heads out there we still need to reach

{Dove}
True, yo this joint is crazy
Get's the lazy out of
Hey yo Mikey how ya figure?
I wouldn't wanna catch cold.

{Mike G}
This joint is wisdom, kid.

{Dove}
And be emcee
I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum pattern
from brand new to tatterred and torn
This place is Jimmy crack corn
My sh-ts Mazola
Your style's kiddy like Crayola
JBeez be the top dola
I mean dollar
Study the E-M-C-E-Es to remain the rhyme scholars

Now,
How ya want it we got it [Oh yeah!] (x2)

{Africa}
Record shop nine to five
With the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa - I got the Native Tongue touch
Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a Black Panther
Check the sampler
The microphone man handler!
Crowd controller
Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa
[He's checkin' his list] Say what?
[He's checkin' it twice] Ya!
You ain't gettin' sh-t
If they naughty if ya nice
So come down the chimney
Brothers the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy

{Posdnous}
Similiar to water out the clouds
I'm here to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than
Them rides in Cali
Is the reason why these n-ggas
Rally around the bull sh-t
Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t
Occupy world-wide
With frontings all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches
Tryin to ease up in the rises
Sayin' "I like the way you stylin'
Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot."
Listen baby doll [doll]
Recites is a peeper
Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether
and I don't live that.
So step up top
And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop for the cream

Album: Raw Deluxe
Song: Brain

[check me out]
[check it out, yo] (etc...)