Walkie Talkie – DJ Shadow
Child 1 :
Why don’t you tell me a story?
Child 2 :
Please tell me a story too.
Man :
You know, I think I’ll tell you the story of my life.
Child 1 :
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 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 s_ckers!
He’s the master of disaster and the master of beat
Come-Come-Come-Come-Come with it
Ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-to
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 crossfader (?)
DJ Shadow with the scratch
Moves through town like a skater
Come on, rock
Check out the cut you s_ckers
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk
I’m a bad ass motherf_ckin’ DJ
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 sh_t!
Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy sh_t!
Let the beat rock.
