No sleep till 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 illing and able Aint no faking, your money Im taking Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking While youre at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys are 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 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 Were thrashing 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 cause 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 No sleep till No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn Aint seen the light since we started this band MCA, get on the mic 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 fine women Got limos, arenas, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homies, get out of my way Taxing little girlies from here to L.A. Waking up before I get to sleep Cause Ill be rocking 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 No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 16:32:14 +0000
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