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Afroman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Graveyard Shift Lyrics - Afroman

"Is night shift okay with you?" 

"Yes" 

"Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie" 

 

Graveyard shift ain't never dead 

We go to work when people go to bed 

We got a tremendous work overload 

The boss don't care about the dress code 

 

So, if your hair's messed up, come on in 

Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin' 

I'm fantasizin' about a six fo' 

Broke as hell, moppin' the flo 

 

I don't know but I gots the hunch 

(What's that?) 

That it's almost time for lunch 

Smokin' cigarettes in the parkin' lot 

All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got 

 

Nobody gets offended at a racial joke 

(Why?) 

Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke 

(Yeah) 

We takin' it easy though times are hard 

Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard 

 

And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya 

Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future 

Don't even trip if you feel tired 

Take a little nap, you won't get fired 

 

Drink a little beer , smoke you a spliff 

(Beer, spliff) 

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift 

(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh) 

 

Party, on the graveyard shift 

(Yeah, party) 

Party, on the graveyard shift 

(Oh yeah, alright now) 

(You don't have to slave) 

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

(Oh) 

 

Hey, yeah, uh 

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me, 'Fro 

('Cuz) 

I worked at the neighborhood grocery store 

We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids 

Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids 

 

When the boss man comes, baby we don't run 

He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun 

Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder 

Play the radio just a little bit louder 

 

DJ playin' that midnight mix 

(Mix) 

Dance contest on isle number six 

(Six) 

Bumpin' that old school too short rhyme 

(Uh) 

Got the homeboys in a soul train line 

 

If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild 

If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle 

Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it 

If you get hungry, grab something and eat it 

(Ha,ha) 

 

Drinkin' in the back with my home girl 

(Yeah) 

The beer's on the house from the corporate world 

Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn 

Yellin' curse words on the intercom 

 

Drag racin' with the fork lift 

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift 

(You know what I'm sayin'? Ha) 

 

Party on the graveyard shift 

(Yeah, everyday) 

Party on the graveyard shift 

(Alright, yeah) 

(You don't have to slave, oh yeah) 

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

(Break it down, fellas) 

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh 

 

I never would work on daytime 

(Daytime) 

Graveyard shift is my play time 

(Playtime) 

Daytime jobs are flaky 

(Flaky) 

Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin 

(What? Gelatin) 

 

So, I work graveyard shift like a skeleton 

(Yeah) 

An afro-classic is what I am 

I drive to work without a traffic jam 

Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother 

Always lookin' out for each other 

 

Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer 

If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya 

We gots no money but we got pride 

If you car break down I'll give you a ride 

 

'Cause the corporate world is oh so cold 

To the people at the bottom of the totem pole 

Divided we fall, together we stand 

What you need? Get it from the Afroman 

 

I'm not a thief but I got the hook up 

For the barbecue ribs you wanna cook up 

And if you need somebody to get drunk with 

Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift 

(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers 

Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin') 

 

Party on the graveyard shift 

(If the boss lookin' for me 

I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin'?) 

Party on the graveyard shift 

(Hey, so watch my back 

'Cuz tap on the window or something, ha, ha) 

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

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh 

 

Happiness is hard to find 

Happiness is a state of mind 

It can't be found in fame or wealth 

It's found real deep inside yourself 

 

Brothers, stop singin' the blues 

Throw parties and barbecues 

Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life 

Play with your kids and make love to your wife 

 

Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack 

Have a good time before Christ comes back 

Keep your head high, keep your back stiff 

I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift 

 

Party on the graveyard shift 

Party on the graveyard shift 

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

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh 

 

(Hey, check this out loco) 

No dental plan, no Medicare 

(Graveyard, graveyard) 

Said no vacation, the man don't care 

(Graveyard, graveyard) 

Ain't got no union no respect 

(Graveyard, graveyard) 

 

Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck 

(Graveyard, graveyard) 

Workin' minimum wage everyday 

(Graveyard, graveyard) 

We gotta get over some kinda way 

(Come on man) 

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