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

shift ain't never dead
We go to work when go to bed
We got a work overload
The don't 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'
Broke as hell, the flo

I don't 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 it easy though times are hard
Pullin' practical on the security guard

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

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

Party, on the graveyard
(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 Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I at the neighborhood grocery store
We crazy like a bunch of kids
Playin' with the trash can lids

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, I work graveyard shift like a
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is I am
I drive to work without a jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my
lookin' out for each other

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

'Cause the world is oh so cold
To the at the bottom of the totem 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 barbecue ribs you wanna up
And if you need to get drunk with
Call the from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the shift
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you what I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so watch my
tap on the window 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 can't be in fame or wealth
It's found deep inside yourself

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

Drink a little beer, smoke no crack
a good time before Christ comes back
Keep your high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the shift

Party on the graveyard
on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the
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)