Walkie Talkie
Why don't you tell me a story?
Please tell me a story too.
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!
Ghetto-ghetto!
Ghetto-ghetto!
Ghetto-ghetto!
I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' D.J.
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' D.J.
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' D.J.
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-Come with it
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He's so quick
He's so fast
He's so quick, he's so fast
He's upper-class player
He's on the cross fader
DJ Shadow with the scratch
Moves through town like a skater
Come on, rock
Check out the cut you suckers
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk
I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' D.J.
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk and talk this way
Check me out
Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave!
Rave! Rave! Holy shit!
Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave!
Rave! Rave! Holy shit!
Let the beat rock.