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"Is night okay with 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 don't 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 almost time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the lot
All the homies tellin' 'bout the women they got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drag racin' with the fork
cares on the graveyard 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 on daytime
(Daytime)
shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

Speak up fo' ya 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 give you a

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

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

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

Brothers, stop singin' the
parties and barbecues
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 graveyard
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
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 union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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