[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
Live like a prince, throw parties like kids, crash parties like Vince
Ya know I beatbox the drums with no MIDI, yo
I made the beat and I directed the video
Wam bam whaddup Gab, get knocked out
British Toms over yellin’ get the fuck up lad
In a minute all the women’ll fill up on all the liquor
And we chillin’ in the middle of a penthouse pad
Let’s have a picnic
In the park with some bitches
Ladies get your dresses everybody come finish
Fuckin’ [?], what’s up Seattle city?
Who all up in the town man I just touched down
And they be like “Do you understand what he say?”
Sam come different like ham and green eggs
Roll a fatty
I’ll pass it to Gabby who goes “Blicky blicky blaow, what’s happenin’ Lachow?”

[Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck
Du, dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck

[Chorus: B Skeez]
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Twenty on my wrist, twenty, twenty on my neck
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Gary Payton in my po
Gary Payton in my pocket

[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
I got my gangster friends, I got my hipster friends
I got my Valley Hood friends that’ll lick ya friends
I got my Ivy League homies and my pothead homies
And I got a couple cliques o’ bitches
I got my guido friends and my amigo friends
I tell ya me and my friends don’t wanna be yo friends
I know some funny-ass hippies and some sexy-ass bitties
And we all knockin’ on ya front door, wassup
I’m fuckin’ gangster
Damn, I think I learned that shit from Snoop
And I learned how to pimp by bumpin’ that Mac Dre
I demand some respect and I’m not listenin’ to you
Ya dropped ya first mixtape, I’ve been rappin’ since fifth grade
Rappin’ ‘bout the money well seein’ what money brings
Laughin’ at the funny rappers doin’ funny things
Laughin’ at the funny, laughin’ at the funny rappers doin’
Laughin’ at the funny rappers doin’ funny things

[Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck
Du, dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck

[Chorus: B Skeez]
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Twenty on my wrist, twenty, twenty on my neck
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Gary Payton in my po
Gary Payton in my pocket

[Verse 3: Skylar Swenson]
[?] chillin’ let me tell you why I’m winnin’, kid
Shoulda been doin’ this from the beginning
Now I stopped smokin’ weed and I stopped fuckin’ bitches
Started smokin’ hash started fuckin’ real women
Now every time I wake up it’s green eggs and swag
Just ‘lax, ain’t no swisher sweets in my bag
Skeezy and Yeezy got the key in hash
Catch me in the CD with some Heem in my dash
Back to the homie’s house, lowkey smokin’ out
Ya know me, glass on glass is what I’m holdin’ out
Liquor stoke Hennessey
Pop the cork, pour a cup
Hold it in, blow it out
Break it down, roll it up
Okay, here’s what I’d like to do
Chill back smokin’ sippin’ on a microbrew
When this shit pops off I’ll watch a fight or two
Until the boys come through like “Woo! Woo!”

[Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck
Du, dubs
I got dubs on deck
You know I’m on, know I’m on
Dubs on deck

[Chorus: B Skeez]
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Twenty on my wrist, twenty, twenty on my neck
I got dubs
I got dubs on deck
Gary Payton in my po
Gary Payton in my pocket