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Graveyard Shift Lyrics

How many times have you listened to the lyrics of Graveyard Shift by Afroman? Have you ever wondered what a lyrics was or an entire line of the music lyrics? Graveyard Shift is one of the more popular songs by Afroman and the song lyrics in Graveyard Shift are sung all around the world and have had the music lyrics translated into many different languages. Rap lyrics in other countries are very popular and Afroman Graveyard Shift lyrics from the Afroman CD featuring the hit Graveyard Shift is no exception.

Graveyard Shift Lyrics

(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.)
Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We got 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 morning.
I'm fantasizin' about a six four, broke as hell moppin' the floor.
I don't know but I gots the hunch that it's almost time for lunch.
Smokin' cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin' lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody's laughin' tryin' to stay woke.
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, nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me ‘Fro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store.
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids, playin' frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman 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. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpin' that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line.
You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go a

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