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's 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 illing and able Ain't no faking your money I'm taking Going coast to coast watching 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 place 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 thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'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 Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn U.S.A. They all 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 form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week