No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No sleep 'til 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've been running my rhymes On location Touring 'round 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 'til 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 'cause 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 (White boys got more rhymes) No sleep 'til No sleep 'til Brooklyn, no sleep 'til Brooklyn Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. get on the mic, my man Born and bred Brooklyn The U.S.A. They call me Adam Yauch But I'm MCA Like a lemon to a lime A lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Limos, arenas and TV-shows Autograph pictures and classy hoes Step off Holmes 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 No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn (yeah) No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn No sleep 'till Brooklyn