Ei Ya Lyrics - Weekend Warrior - Biz Markie

Yeah 

Y'all know how this goes down 

Doin it funky! 

Uh-huh, that's somethin' for the DJ's to cut up 

They know (funky!) 

Okay, break it down 

On your mark, get set, let's go, you know it's me 

The incomparable, SK, the B-I-Z 

I know it's been a long time since you heard me 

Do the beatbox and rock an LP 

But right about now in 2003 

I gotta make one to rock the party 

As I change back from DJ to MC 

Now it's time to get funky! 

For the ladies, for the fellas 

East, West, North, South 

My style is really outrageous 

And when you hear the song it's really contagious 

It's simple enough, be understood by all ages 

But it will make you go out like gorillas in cages 

I used to sing songs myself but now I can't 

I need the party people to help with this chant 

I need y'all to sing a lil' somethin' 

Like thisssssss 

Ei ya ya ya, oi ya ya ya 

Ei ya, oi ya, ei ya ya ya 

[Chorus] 

Ei ya ya ya ei ya (ei ya ya ya ei ya) 

Sha na na na, na-na-na-na-na (sha na na na, na-na-na-na-na) 

Ei ya ya ya ei ya (ei ya ya ya ei ya) 

Sha na na na, na-na-na-na-na (sha na na na, na-na-na-na-na) 

Ei ya ya ya, oi ya ya ya 

Ei ya, oi ya, ei ya ya ya 

I was a rap king 

But you know, on the tables I've been doin my thing 

Like Lisa Stansfield, I've been around the world 

I'm from New York, like Earl the Pearl 

But since I live in Washington I'm Redskin like Levon 

Hangin' at Dream and V.I.P. like a superstar 

But I don't buy the bar, I buy a Red Bull 

And sip and look at all the chicks that's, beautiful 

Like dark-skinned, light-skinned 

White, Puerto Rican, Ital-ian 

I like to see them dance and drippin with sweat 

Givin' them more than they were supposed to get 

Winter, spring, summer or fall 

Whether you're eatin' food or drinkin' alcohol 

They gonna rock your body all night long 

'Cause this beat, it kick your ass like King-Kong 

Listen to B, I am the 

Original S-K B-I-Z, RRAHHAAAAHAHHHHHHH 

[Chorus] 

You can do the hokey pokey or even the wop 

I don't care what you do baby, just don't stop 

A zunga zeng to the break of day 

Listen to the brother with the rhythm rhymes I display 

Whether you from New York or L.A. 

You listenin' to the B-I-Z every day 

I was always a class clown, never the teacher's pet 

That's why right now I'ma do the alphabet 

Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G 

H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P 

Q-Rrrah-S, T-U-V 

Ah W-X say Y and Z 

That's why a lot of emcees wanna see 

If I'm gonna fall off but I'm not G 

I'm guaranteed to go all night with rhymes I write 

I've gotten the mic guaranteed like Entertainment Tonight 

So listen as I take a breather 

I'm old school New Yorker like my name's Contiva{?} 

I'm Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens 

Long Island, New Jersey, and I'm on the scene