Afroman - Graveyard Shift lyrics

"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-cla**ic 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)