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

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

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

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

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

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

Drink a little beer , you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(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 Joseph Foreman, they me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of
Playin' frisbee the trash can lids

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

DJ that midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance contest on 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 world
Act a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the

Drag racin' the fork lift
cares on the graveyard shift
(You know what I'm Ha)

Party on the graveyard
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(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 would work on
(Daytime)
Graveyard is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

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

'Cause the corporate world is oh so
To the people at the bottom of the pole
Divided we fall, together we
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 need somebody to get with
Call the homeboys the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

on the graveyard shift
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you what I'm sayin'?)
Party on the shift
(Hey, so watch my
tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Happiness is to find
Happiness is a state of
It can't be in fame or wealth
It's found real deep yourself

Brothers, stop the blues
Throw parties and
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 good time before Christ comes
Keep head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the shift

Party on the graveyard
Party on the graveyard
You don't to slave 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 no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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