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"Is shift okay with you?"
"Yes"
"Hey, you got yourself a job, homie"

Graveyard shift ain't dead
We go to work when go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss don't care the dress code

So, if hair's messed up, come on in
don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm fantasizin' a six fo'
Broke as hell, the flo

I know but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the lot
All the homies lies 'bout the women they got

gets offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', to stay woke
(Yeah)
We it easy though times are hard
practical jokes on the security guard

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

Drink a little beer , smoke you a
(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 have to slave)
You don't have to slave too hard on the
(Oh)

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

When the boss man comes, baby we run
He's a fool us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a bit prouder
Play the radio just a bit louder

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

If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be
If you wanna rap, go ahead and
Graveyard shift, you just beat it
If you get hungry, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

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

Drag racin' with the lift
Nobody cares on the shift
(You know what I'm Ha)

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

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

So, I work graveyard shift a skeleton
(Yeah)
An is what I am
I drive to work a traffic jam
Everybody on the is like my brother
Always lookin' out for each

up fo' ya like I lawyer
If you come late, punch the clock fo' ya
We gots no but we got pride
If you car break down I'll you a ride

the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we
What you Get it from the Afroman

I'm not a thief but I got the up
For the barbecue ribs you wanna up
And if you somebody to get drunk with
the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

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

Happiness is hard to
is a state of mind
It can't be in fame or wealth
It's real deep inside yourself

Brothers, singin' the blues
Throw parties and
Don't your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make to your wife

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

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

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

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