Graveyard Shift Lyrics - Cousin Fik

[**feat. Cousin Fik & Choose Up Cheese**] 

[Hook:] 

Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit 

When the sun goes down it's still money to get 

Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit 

When the sun goes down it's still money to get 

("Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during second part of hook) 

Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit 

When the sun goes down it's still money to get (graveyard shift) 

Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit 

When the sun goes down it's still money to get (the graveyard shift) 

[Verse 1: E-40] 

Uhh, I was out there on the scene 

She pulled up, "you doin anything? " uhh 

"You know I'm good for it 

Tomorrow is the first you know I can afford it" uhh 

At four AM in the morning anything goes 

The court smoke crack, the rich powered they nose (they nose?) 

The po-po shift change (shift change) 

Hustlin' in the rain (in the rain) 

Sirens and ambulances 

It was stuck in the storm mane he swallowed a half an ounce 

Momma yellin' and screamin' top of her lungs 

In the middle of the street, god why did you take my son? (WAHHHHH) 

Crime scenes and things the choir sings 

At the funeral service they catered it with churches (with churches) 

Chicken that is (chicken) 

Back to biz I'm on the graveyard shift 

[Hook x2: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during throughout the hook] 

[Verse 2: Choose Up Cheese] 

Can I get a witness? 

My shop don't close I'm like 24 hour fitness 

Anytime anything I got it 

Tell me what'chu and need and we can meet by Sonic's 

I don't sleep I'm in insomniac 

The nigga with the jug, they call me that 

Soon as they leave, they call me back 

Like same thang mane where you get that at? 

I go hard, cookin' and whippin' 

If you need some love, you know I ain't trippin' 

Doing the graveyard, I really slang hard 

Got blue light specials like K-Mart 

Bay Smarts, stock gang 

And I keep that gas, heatane 

No sleep, I'm up till dawn 

I need hunds I'm about my funds 

[Hook x2: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during first part of hook] 

[Verse 3: Cousin Fik] 

Cousin Fik, listen, uh 

Bitch black on the streets 

Ain't nobody out but fiends and police 

A roach, a rat, a couple straight cats 

And they escalade flats from a couple of straight caps 

Uh, chicken maiden the V 

It's where a knock can get a hit for they three (uh-huh) 

A nigga a take off your dome (what else) 

Hit a house lick where everybody home (home invasions?) 

Emergency room with pats 

Somebody else done got smacked (bop bop bop bop bop bop bop) 

Read it an hour later 

Vallejo Time Carrel online paper (on the computer) 

Shit is scary like a cemetery 

The graveyard shift can lead to preliminaries 

Cause the dark a always find you (what about...) 

Walking by yourself feel the streets behind you on that 

[Hook x3: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during first and third part of hook] 

Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit 

When the sun goes down it's still money to get