Letras: Beastie Boys. Licensed to Ill. No Sleep Till Brooklyn.

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 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 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 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, 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

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 mic my man
Born and bred in 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 fine women
Got limos, arenas, 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 before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll 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