Graveyard Shift



publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Joseph Foreman
album: Track 11 in album Because I Got High
release date: 2000-6-20
popularity : 14 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious/Novelty
length: 5:22

Album Information

label: T-Bones Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 677972010124
script: Latin

Cover Art

Afroman Because I Got High cover art


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"Is night shift okay with you?"
"Hey well you got yourself a job, homie"
[Verse 1]
We go to work when people go to bed
The boss don't care about the dress code
Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Broke as hell, moppin' the flo'
That it's almost time for lunch
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke (yeah)
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future
Take a little nap, you won't get fired
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift (uh, yeah, yeah uh, uh)

Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (paaarty)
(you don't have to slave)

hey, yeah, uh
I worked at the neighborhood grocery store
Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids
He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun
Play the radio just a little bit louder
Dance contest on isle number six (six)
Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line
If you want to rap, go ahead and freestyle
If you get hungry, grab something and eat it (haha)
The beer's on the house from the Corporate World
Yellin' curse words on the intercom
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift

Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (everyday)
(you don't have to slave, oh yeah!)
(break it down, fellas) ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
[Verse 3]
Graveyard shift is my play time (playtime)
Daytime jobs are shaky like (what?) Jello Gelatin (gelatin)
An afro-classic is what I am
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother
Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer
We gots no money but we got pride
Cause the Corporate World is oh so cold
Divided we fall, together we stand
I'm not a thief but I got the hook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk with
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers

Paaaaaaaaarty (if the boss lookin' for me)
Paaaaaaaaarty (hey so watch my back cuz)
You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard

Happiness is hard to find
It can't be found in fame or wealth
Brothers, stop singin' the blues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff

Paaaaaaaaarty on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard

(hey, check this out loco)
Said no vacation (graveyard!) the Man don't care (graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms (graveyard!) and a short paycheck (graveyard!)
We gotta get over (come on man) some kinda way


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Because I Got High
  • 2 Mississippi
  • 3 Girls
  • 4 You Ain't My Friend
  • 5 Hush
  • 6 Tumbleweed
  • 7 Dopefiend
  • 8 She Won't Let Me Fucc
  • 9 Tall Cans
  • 10 Bacc On The Bus
  • 11 Graveyard Shift
  • 12 Because I Got High (radio edit)
  • 13 American Dream