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"Is night shift okay you?"
"Yes"
"Hey, well you got a job, homie"

shift ain't never dead
We go to work people go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss care about the dress code

So, if hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody don't 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm about a six fo'
Broke as hell, the flo

I don't know but I gots the
(What's that?)
it's almost time for lunch
Smokin' in the parkin' lot
All the homies lies 'bout the women they got

Nobody gets at a racial joke
(Why?)
laughin', tryin' to stay woke
(Yeah)
We takin' it though times are hard
Pullin' practical on the security guard

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
'round, talkin' 'bout the future
Don't even if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get

Drink a little , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody on the graveyard shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

Party, on the graveyard
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the graveyard
(Oh yeah, now)
(You don't to slave)
You don't have to slave too on the graveyard
(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I at the neighborhood grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of
Playin' frisbee with the can lids

the boss man comes, baby we don't run
He's a fool like us just tryin' to fun
Graveyard shift is a bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit

DJ that midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance contest on isle six
(Six)
Bumpin' old school too short rhyme
(Uh)
Got the homeboys in a soul train

If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be
If you wanna rap, go and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't it
If you get hungry, something and eat it
(Ha,ha)

Drinkin' in the back with my girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the from the corporate world
Act like a 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' words on the intercom

racin' with the fork lift
Nobody on the graveyard shift
(You what I'm sayin'? Ha)

Party on the shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't to slave, oh yeah)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I never would work on
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my play
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

So, I work shift like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is I am
I drive to without a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is my brother
Always lookin' out for each

Speak up fo' ya like I
If you come late, we'll punch the fo' ya
We gots no money but we got
If you car break down I'll give you a

'Cause the world is oh so cold
To the at the bottom of the totem pole
Divided we fall, we stand
you need? Get it from the Afroman

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard
(Dedicated to all the blue workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the graveyard
(If the boss for me
I'm in my car asleep, you what I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so my back
tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Happiness is to find
Happiness is a of mind
It can't be found in fame or
It's found deep inside yourself

Brothers, singin' the blues
Throw and barbecues
destroy your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make love to your

Drink a little beer, don't no crack
Have a good before Christ comes back
your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the shift

on the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard
You don't have to too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

(Hey, check out loco)
No dental plan, no
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty uniforms and a paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
minimum wage everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get over kinda way
(Come on man)