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"Is shift okay with 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 tremendous work
The don't care about the dress code

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

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

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

And if you come late, the 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)
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 don't have to slave too hard on the
(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, call 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, we don't run
He's a fool like us tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit
Play the radio a little bit louder

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

If you wanna act crazy, go 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 home
(Yeah)
The beer's on the from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the of dawn
curse words on the intercom

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

Party on the shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the 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 work on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

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

the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem
Divided we fall, we stand
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 somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

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

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

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

Party on the shift
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 plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
no vacation, the man don't care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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