Yeah! truDeezy
For the two thousand and tweezy
To all you playa haters
Hate the playa, not the game, baby
Uh, we goinâ put it on ya
Make it loud n clear
All of my shorties
Whether far or near
Since the last truDog
Itâs been three long years
So we goinâ make it loud
We goinâ make it loud n clear
Iâm goinâ make it clearer
Than a Southern California day
And even louder
âCause the song I sing will never fade
You really thought that T-R-U to D-O-G was ending?
Listen, homie, you donât even know me
This is just beginninâ
Ten-year veteran
Servinâ up the medicine
I rock a mic
You rock a trike
Oops! Your diaperâs wet again
Uh!
âStop Truey! I wear Pull-Ups, and Iâm tellinâ! Daddy!â
We goinâ put it on ya
Make it loud n clear
All of my shorties
Whether far or near
Since the last truDog
Itâs been three long years
So we goinâ make it loud
We goinâ make it loud n clear
We goinâ put it on ya
Make it loud n clear
All of Godâs soldiers
Whether far or near
Since the last truDog
Itâs been three long years
So we goinâ make it loud
We goinâ make it loud n clear
âTruett!â
âDad, heâs the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle.â
âTruett, heâs three years old.â
âWell, maybe that’s why he got served.â
[laughs] âAnd for the record. It’s don’t hate the player, hate the game.â
“Oh.” [laughing]