Graveyard Shift

By Joe Dub

On Summer Fling

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[Verse 1]

Start the evenin' right (Right)

Proper attire, shoes knotted tight (Tight)

Chillin' low-pro in the Frisco cut

Sippin' on some Hennessy, puffin' on a blunt

Move to Phoenix in April, but who woulda known

That I'd be posted in September, getting towed in the Sco

Back home, baby, and I'm openin' shop

Takin' care of business, still livin' with my folks

Rap hard for a livin' is my hobby and job

Glen Park hustlin' and it just don't stop

Record songs in a day, and perv in the evenin'

'Cause nuthin' beats microphone and straight gettin' women

Just livin' my life in the 415

But it's tough when you struggle just tryna survive

So I hit the pavеment daily tryna come up on some monеy

In the night I'm like an owl on a prowl for some pussy

Time to go to work

Bustin' ass, graveyard shift

It has its perks

Freaks and whatnot out on a stroll

Waitin' for the owl to swoop

My name's legendary like the nightcrawlers

Fiend for the night life, hookers, dealers and party-goers

Zombies pass by, hooked off that base rock

Askin' for some spare change

When I say no they get pissed off

Peep the club scene, girls galore

Spot my next victim on the dancefloor

A child of the night up till 6 AM

Go to sleep, wake up, and do that shit again


[Chorus]

Peel hoes (On a graveyard shift)

Young bucks snortin' yo (On a graveyard shift)

Hookers on the stroll (On a graveyard shift)

Realize this world is cold (On a graveyard shift)

Peel hoes (On a graveyard shift)

Young bucks snortin' yo (On a graveyard shift)

Hookers on the stroll (On a graveyard shift)

Realize this world is cold (On a graveyard shift)


[Verse 2]

Approach the AM, powder my nose

It's been one long night and it shows

Joint in my pocket, peels in the other

Sky-high too often like a frequent flyer

Cruisin' late night, bumpin' California Roll

And unfortunately, man, of course, po-po's on patrol

101 north, headed back to the city

Stogie in my mouth, mane, smokin' like a chimney

Giants cab low so my eyes are hidden

Ain't gon' say a word I'll let the driver do the talkin'

Accept the ticket and proceed

Up to the city aka the Sucka-Free

Hit off Broadway for a quickie

Better get some jimmys 'cause this bitch looks iffy

Back to the telly with this bieatch

Game shown up, sho nuff on a graveyard shift


[Chorus]

Peel hoes (On a graveyard shift)

Young bucks snortin' yo (On a graveyard shift)

Hookers on the stroll (On a graveyard shift)

Understand this world is cold (On a graveyard shift)

Peel hoes (On a graveyard shift)

Young bucks snortin' yo (On a graveyard shift)

Hookers on the stroll (On a graveyard shift)

Realize this world is cold (On a graveyard shift)