CHORUS 1: Love that Michigan Summer Riding in the Hummer, windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight
I love that Michigan summer Riding in the Hummer with the windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight
VERSE 1: I told these muthafuckas I would come back With another dumb track,looking like some thumbtacks, all over the map, City to city to let ‘em know I run that Like been there, done that, DJ bring the drums back
Grove-Stand, bring the damn strings in …Springs in Yup, me and my Visa been fiendin’ For some new beats to eat, so I’m-a lean in
Eighty-four degrees, no sleeves Hummer seats five, ridin’ with my Gs Windows low, rollin’ in the breeze Name’s CalDoJ, Show ‘Em Ent. please
Fittin’ to know me since I’m sittin’ on Ds, on E Bumpin’ Pac’s ‘All Eyez on Me Now, everywhere I go both eyes on freeze and the Eau De O.G. got they’re nose on sneeze
CHORUS 2: Love that Michigan Summer Riding in the Hummer, windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight
I love that Michigan summer Riding in the Hummer with the windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight
VERSE 2: We go way back like T-As and T-tops Detroit City, Biotch, We Rock Go ‘on gimmee a Kiss, or better yet chickie slip it to Gris And Gris gimmee a lick
The season of aviators, playboys and player haters Low-cut fades and them shoes made of alligator Calibrated, ‘til the flow goes mechanized And these robos recognize
That I’m always reppin’ DJK If you know your boy, then you know it’s gonna be that way Not the most gifted in the city per-say But when Grissy’s on the guitty it’s my fuckin’ birthday So I blaze that purp j, damn that herb stank And the sound so loud you could here it in Burbank Louder, ‘til they talking ‘bout Earthquake Absurd bass ‘til the whole earth shakes
CHORUS 3: Love that Michigan Summer Riding in the Hummer, windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight
I love that Michigan summer Riding in the Hummer with the windows down Sound on pound ‘til the damn ground shake Roll the windows up, we about to clam bake, damn straight