Beastie Boys - No Sleep Till Brooklyn - аккорды

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No sleep till
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Brooklyn

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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

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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

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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

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INSTRUMENTAL

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