D F G A F D F G 
No sleep till 
A F 
Brooklyn 

D F G A F (2x) 

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal 
                                         D 
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle 
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time 
                                 A F D 
City to city, I'm running my rhymes 
On location, touring around the nation 
                                 D 
Beastie Boys always on vacation 
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable 
                                             A F D 
I do what I do best because I'm willing and able 
Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking 
                                                       D 
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 

D F G A F              D F G A F 
         No sleep till 

D F G A F 
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 
                                             D 
He's got his own room at the back of the bus 
Tour around the world, you rock around the clock 
                               A F D 
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock 
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style 
                                                        D 
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while 
Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door 
                                                    D 
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 

D F G A F              D F G A F 
         No sleep till 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F D 
No sleep till Brooklyn 

Ain't seen the light since we started this band 
                          D 
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 
                                          D 
I sip the def ale with all the fine women 
Got limos, arenas, TV shows 
                                  D 
Autograph pictures and classy hoes 

Step off homes, get out of my way 
                                       D 
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 

D F G A F              D F G A F 
         No sleep till 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 

Instrumental 

  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 

  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
  D     F             G A F 
No sleep till Brooklyn