(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,
Pennix passed ‘em on his way out, said “Your turn to be the 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 reed, cut clean, make a linebacker hurt,
He ain’t waitin’ on the moment — he see a hole, 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 Oh to the Dee, we all fight, no flight,
Makin’ every Saturday a blockbuster night.
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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 crisp,
Snag it with a toe tap, leave that corner silly with a lisp
Break one tackle, then he’s off in the frame —
Cheers, mister Boston - everybody gonna know your 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,
Makin’ every Saturday a blockbuster night.
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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 —
Send your wide receiver one over the middle - and watch him get dead.
This the new Death Row Dawgs, put some respect on our name,
No fly zone, don’t try tho — 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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(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,
Makin’ every Saturday a blockbuster night.
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(Outro - Spoken)
Hey Dan Lanning where the fuck you at? At the pool somewhere where the parents ain’t at?
You know you give off those no-no vibes tho, real talk, Chester creepin on kids’ Snapchat and shit.
So line ‘em up — Big Ten, Big Twelve, Pack-whatever,
We Montlake made baby - y’all soft as a feather.
Shoutout to all the mothers and fathers who entrusted their sons to this Montlake mission - You’re fam.
Twenty twenty five, Saturdays we feast — Dawgs, come together.
This Montlake mission? Fuck the Ducks - Dubs Up baby - it’s now or never
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