(Chorus)
Purple rain, gold chains, you dub run the show,
It’s the Apple Cup baby, and all Washington know.
From Montlake to the Pa-Loose, we bringin that heat,
Bow Down to Washington, that ass bout to get beat.
(Verse 1)
Game day crackin’, hope fills Martin Stadium’s fans,
This the Pacific Northwest tho - purple and gold paint these lands.
Cougs talk slick, but it’s always just déjà vu,
So we gotta remind ’em, what these Dawgs gon’ do.
You-dub’s back from hiatus, and Montlake’s poppin off
So go on now, Cougar trash - bend over for us and cough
Seattle to Spokane, y’all know the routine,
We takin’ that Apple Cup back wit us, sight unseen.
(Chorus)
Purple rain, gold chains, you dub run the show,
It’s the Apple Cup baby, and all Washington know.
From Montlake to the Pa-Loose, we bringin that heat,
Bow Down to Washington, that ass bout to get beat.
(Verse 2)
DeMond on the field, Coleman hittin’ them lanes,
Boston goin’ deep, we bout to gas your chain gang.
Defense on lock, dee be you’s back, ya hear?
And what you got to throw at us? Wait, not John Ma-Tier.
Cougs like to dream big, but always wake up hurt,
’Cause their Apple Cup dreams end up face in the dirt.
Dawgs play for pride - for legacy and the playoffs,
The Coug’s play to avoid more Pull Men offseason layoffs.
(Bridge)
It’s Montlake magic, sail gating on Lake Wash,
While the Cougs are trotting out, walk-on frosh
Purple and gold runs in these veins, we got champion bloodlines,
Cougars got a conference, tryin not to flat-line.
(Verse 3)
Cougs fans can chant, but it’s just nonsense and noise,
Cuz nothing’s gonna stop DeMond and these boys.
We got nattie’s in our past, and hope in our present day,
We got Sunday talent on our roster, that’s the Husky way.
That crimson can’t match this cold purple haze,
Your dee’s bout to be so lost, you’ll be turning to Ways
So it don’t really matter if we in our hood or your town,
Story’s the same - shut your dirty Cougar mouths and bow the fuck down.
(Chorus)
Purple rain, gold chains, you dub run the show,
It’s the Apple Cup baby, and all Washington know.
From Montlake to the Pa-Loose, we bringin that heat,
Bow Down to Washington, that ass bout to get beat.
(Outro)
So raise that double-you to the Dub, we both bark and bite,
Dear God, please let these Cougs, at least put up a fight.
Cougs can try to hex us, but we ain’t no North Texas
Go on and tryna flex on us with that offense that runs like a used Lexus.
Dubs up, baby - Bow Down
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