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

Graveyard shift never dead
We go to when people go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss care about the dress code

So, if your messed up, come on in
Nobody care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm about a six fo'
as hell, moppin' the flo

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

Nobody offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to woke
(Yeah)
We takin' it easy though are hard
practical jokes on the security guard

And if you come late, the won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, 'bout the future
even trip if you feel tired
Take a nap, you won't get fired

Drink a little beer , you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
cares on the graveyard shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

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

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

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

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

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

in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The on the house from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the break of
Yellin' curse words on the

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

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

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

So, I graveyard shift like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An is what I am
I drive to without 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, we'll punch the fo' ya
We gots no money but we got
If you car break down I'll you a ride

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

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

on the graveyard shift
(If the boss for me
I'm in my car asleep, you what I'm sayin'?)
Party on the graveyard
(Hey, so watch my
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 hard to
Happiness is a state of
It can't be found in or wealth
found real deep inside yourself

Brothers, stop singin' the
Throw and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy life
with your kids and make love to your wife

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

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

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

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