Walkie Talkie Lyrics

Why don't you tell me a story?
Please tell me a story to
You know, I think I'll tell you the story of my life
You tell me!

Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
Check me out!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
Check check me out!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!

I'm a bad ass motherf*ckin' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad ass motherf*ckin' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad ass motherf*ckin' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way! You suckers!

He's the master of disaster
And the master of beat

Come come, come come with it
Come come, come come with it
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!

He's so quick, he's so fast
He's so quick, he's so fast He's upper-class player, grader
DJ Shadow with the scratch
Moves through town like a skater

Come on, rock
Check out the cut you suckers

This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk
This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk
This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk and talk this way
That's right

This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk
This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk
This is why I, this is why, this is why I walk and talk this way

Check me out
Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy shit!
Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy shit!

Let the beat rock, let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock

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