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

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

So, if your messed up, come on in
don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm about a six fo'
as hell, moppin' the flo

I know but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's time for lunch
Smokin' in the parkin' 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 times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you wanna act crazy, go 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)

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause the world is oh so cold
To the people at the of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we
What you 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
Call the homeboys from the shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the graveyard
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard 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 hard to
Happiness is a of mind
It can't be found in fame or
It's found real deep inside

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

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

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

(Hey, check out loco)
No plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
got no union no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty and a short paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
minimum wage everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We get over some kinda way
(Come on man)