Walkie Talkie

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 a*s motherf**kin' DJ This is why I walk and talk this way! I'm a bad a*s motherf**kin' DJ This is why I walk and talk this way! I'm a bad a*s motherf**kin' 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 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-cla*s player, grader DJ Shadow with the scratch Moves through town like a skater Come on, rock Check out the cut you s*ckers 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