Part 2 of lyrics

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 clockPlane to hotel girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Gettin'paid along the way cause it's worth your whileFour on the floor Adrock's out the door MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stackWith dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back white boys' got more rhymes No sleep till..No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn Ain't seen the light since we started this bandSo MCA get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn the USA They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA Like a lemon to a lime a lime to a lemonI sip the def ale with all the fly womenGot limos arena the TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to LA 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.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (yeah) No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)