No sleep til
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job aint a job, its a damn good time
City to city, Im 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 Im willing and able
Aint no faking, your money Im taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking
While youre 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 managers crazy, he always smokes dust
Hes 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
Trashing hotels like its going out of style
Getting paid along the way cause its worth your while
Four on the floor, Ad Rocks out the door
MCAs in the back because hes skeezin with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyns in the back
White boys got more rhymes
No sleep til
No sleep til Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn
Aint seen the light since we started this band
MCA get on the mike, my man
Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A
They call me Adam Yauch but Im 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, Homes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A
Waking up before I get to sleep
Cause Ill be rockin this party eight days a week
No sleep til
No sleep til Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn, yeah
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
No sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn
Never sleep til Brooklyn Brooklyn