(Intro)
Yeah! TruDeezy
With the two thousand and tweezy
To all you playa haters
Hate the playa not the game baby
(Chorus)
Uh, we goin' put it on ya make it loud 'n' clear
All of my shorties, whether far or near
Since the last TruDog
Its been three long years
So we goin' make it loud
We goin' make it loud 'n' clear
Im gonna make it clearer than a Southern California day
And even louder 'cause the song i sing will never fade
You really thought that T-R-U to D-O-G was endin' ?
Listen homie, you don't even know me this is just beginning
Ten year veteran
Servin' up medicine
I rock a mic, you rock a trike
Opps...your diapers wet again
UH!!
Stop Truey! I wear Pull-Ups and im tellin'! Daddy!
(Chorus)
We goin' put it on ya make it loud 'n' clear
All of my shorties, whether far or near
Since the last Tru-Dog
Its been three long years
So we goin' make it loud
We goin' make it loud 'n' clear
We goin' put it on ya make it loud 'n' clear
All of God's soldiers, whether far or near
Since the last Tru-Dog
Its been three long years
So we goin' make it loud 'n' clear
Toby Mac: Truett!
Tru-Dog: Dad, he's the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle.
Toby Mac: Truett, he's three years old
Tru-Dog: Well maybe thats why he got served!
Toby Mac: And for the record, its dont hate the playa hate the game
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Lyrics submitted by Reshana.