Walkie Talkie Lyrics

Walkie Talkie lyrics

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 motherfuckin' DJ

 This is why I walk and talk this way!

 I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' DJ

 This is why I walk and talk this way!

 I'm a bad ass motherfuckin' 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-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

 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' 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 shit!

 Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy shit!

 

 Let the beat rock.