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"Is night shift with 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 the dress code

So, if your hair's messed up, on in
Nobody don't care 3 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 it's time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the lot
All the homies tellin' lies the women they got

gets offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to 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
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the
Don't even trip if you tired
Take a little nap, you get fired

Drink a little , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody 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 don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, they me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of
frisbee with 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' that mix
(Mix)
contest on isle number six
(Six)
Bumpin' that old school too rhyme
(Uh)
Got the homeboys in a train line

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

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

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

Party on the graveyard
(Yeah, everyday)
on the graveyard shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't to slave, oh yeah)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(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 Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

Speak up fo' ya I lawyer
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, we stand
What you need? Get it from the

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk
Call the homeboys the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the collar 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'?)
Party on the graveyard
(Hey, so watch my
tap on the window 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 in fame or wealth
It's found real deep yourself

Brothers, stop singin' the
parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy life
Play with your and make love to your wife

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

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)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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