Letra de Walkie Talkie
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 beatCome-Come-Come-Come-Come with it Ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-toHe'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 suckersThis 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 outRave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy shit! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Rave! Holy shit!Let the beat rock