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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party, on the shift
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the graveyard
(Oh yeah, now)
(You have to slave)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

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

When the boss man comes, we don't run
He's a fool like us tryin' to have 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' that old 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
shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab 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 fool 'til the break of
Yellin' curse on the intercom

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

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

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

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 down I'll give you a ride

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

I'm not a thief but I got the up
For the barbecue ribs you wanna up
And if you need somebody to get drunk
Call the from 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 know I'm sayin'?)
Party on the 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 hard to
Happiness is a state of
It be found in fame or wealth
found real deep inside yourself

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

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

Party on the graveyard
Party on the graveyard
You have to slave 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 don't
(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 some way
(Come on man)