Lyrics: MICHIGAN SUMMER
Album: The Harvest LP

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
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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

​-CalDoJa

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