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

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

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

I don't but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's almost for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the lot
All the homies tellin' lies the women they got

Nobody gets offended at a racial
(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 if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get

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

Party, on the graveyard
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the shift
(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 Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of
Playin' frisbee the trash can lids

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

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

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

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

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

on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You have 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 shift is my play
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello
(What? Gelatin)

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

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

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

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the barbecue ribs you cook up
And if you need to get drunk with
the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(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 know I'm sayin'?)
Party on the graveyard
(Hey, so my back
'Cuz tap on the or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to slave too on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Happiness is hard to
Happiness is a state of
It be found in fame or wealth
It's found deep inside yourself

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

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

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

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

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