Death Row Dawgs (Montlake Made)

(Intro)

Montlake fog burnin’ off, I know y’all can feel it,

You hear that thunder? That shit ain’t the weather —

That’s Dubs Up — Dawg Nation risin’.

New era. New blood.

Same fight. Same bite.

Let’s eat.

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(Verse 1)

DeMond in the backfield — got them keys in his hand,

Penix passed ‘em on his way out, said “Your turn to be the fuckin’ man.”

Fresh cleats, new drip, but the vision’s the same,

He ain’t just playin’ — he’s takin’ names and snatching chains.

Dual threat glide, leave a spy in the dirt,

Eyes downfield while he dancin’ through the turf.

Snap read, cut clean, make a linebacker hurt,

He ain’t waitin’ on the moment — he sees a hole and he’s gonna squirt.

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(Chorus)

This that Death Row Dawgs, got the chain on tight,

Dee Be You in purple and gold, bringin’ pain all night.

From the O to the D, we all fight, no flight,

Every Saturday a blockbuster — better dim those lights.

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(Verse 2)

Jonah Coleman with the stiff arm, next man missin’,

Career year loadin’, got the whole league wishin’.

Husky backfield poppin’, this ain’t nothin’ like before —

Spin moves, burst juice, just eatin’ more and more

Denzel Boston racing up the sideline, route so precise,

Snag it with a toe tap, hands cold as ice.

Break one tackle, then he’s off in the frame —

Cheers, my man Denzel - everybody gonna know his name.

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(Bridge)

Now Packee Fee Now, lockin’ bodies like a real beast,

And the Hatchett brothers back on Montlake — we bout to fuckin’ feast.

Trenches movin’ in purple and gold, they controlin’ the weight,

Snap down, clap sound, watch that boy DeMond detonate.

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(Chorus)

This that Death Row Dawgs, got the chain on tight,

Dee Be You in purple and gold, bringin’ pain all night.

From the Oh to the Dee, we all fight - no flight,

Every Saturday a blockbuster — better dim those lights.

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(Verse 3)

Ephesians Prysock, he’s the blanket on the edge,

Tacario Davis got that bounce off the ledge.

Makell Esteen, with the range and the dread —

Try a deep post - your wide receiver one gonna end up dead.

This the new Death Row Dawgs, put some respect on our name,

No fly, don’t try — don’t even play that game.

This ain’t the Elle Oh Be. Nah, this is U-Dub’s own,

Dee Be You’s back, y’all - Bow Down - welcome home.

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(Outro)

So line ‘em up — Big Ten, Pack-whatever,

We Montlake made - y’all light as a damn feather.

Saturdays we feast — Dawg fans, come together,

This Montlake mission? Dubs Up baby - it’s now or never.