Lyrics
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No sleep till--Brooklyn!
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city I'm running my rhymes
On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm willing and able
Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live
No sleep till--
Another plane, another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
No sleep till--
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mike my man
Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A.
They call me Adam Yauch
But I'm M.C.A..
Like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women.
Got limos
Arena
TV-shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes
Get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A..
Waking up
Before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week!
No sleep till -
No sleep till Brooklyn! No sleep till Brooklyn !
