Grand Haven Cowboy Hustle

(hey,

hey)

Yeah, we're bringing that Midwest style.

Grand Haven, show 'em how we do.

Up in Grand Haven where the lake winds blow

They call me Cowboy and I run the show

Black pickup truck on a Friday night

Got the tailgate down under the yellow light

Yeah, we party hard,

yeah we clear the street

Michigan boys dancing to a heavy beat

(let's go)

They call me Cowboy,

running this town With the bass up high and the windows down

From the beach to the boulevard we make our name Grand Haven,

Michigan, it's all a game Yeah they call me Cowboy,

the king of the street (cowboy!)

We hit the state park then we hit the strip

Ice in the cooler,

got a steady grip

They know my name from the docks to the bar Got that

rustic twang with a hip-hop star

No lasso needed, just a microphone

Making these Great Lakes feel like home

(haha, that's right)

They think a cowboy only rides a horse But we ride the

waves and we set the course Grand Haven,

stand up, let me hear you shout!

(shout it out!)

They call me Cowboy,

running this town With the bass up high and the windows down

From the beach to the boulevard we make our name Grand Haven,

Michigan, it's all a game Yeah they call me Cowboy,

the king of the street (cowboy!)

Yeah,

they call me Cowboy.

Grand Haven,

we out. (peace)