[Intro]
Yeah! truDeezy
For the two-thousand-and-tweezy
To all you playa haters
Hate the playa, not the game, baby
Uh

[Chorus]
We gon' put it on ya, make it loud'n'clear
All of my shorties, whether far or near
Since the last (truDog) it's been three long years (Ay)
So we gon' make it loud (Ay)
We gon' make it loud'n'clear

[Verse]
I'm gon' 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 beginnin'

Ten-year veteran, servin' up the medicine
I rock a mic, you rock a trike
Oops! Your diaper's wet again
Uh

[Skit 1: truDog & Judah McKeehan]
Stop, Truey!
What?
I wear Pull-Ups!
*(snickers)*
And I'm tellin'! Daddy!
[Chorus]
We gon' put it on ya, make it loud'n'clear
All of my shorties, whether far or near
Since the last (truDog) it's been three long years (Ay)
So we gon' make it loud (Ay)
We gon' make it loud'n'clear

We gon' put it on ya, make it loud'n'clear
All of God's soldiers, whether far or near
Since the last (truDog) it's been three long years (Ay)
So we gon' make it loud (Ay)
We gon' make it loud'n'clear

[Skit 2: truDog & tobyMac]
Truett...
Dad, he's the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle
Truett, he's three years old
Well maybe that's why he got served
*(chuckles)* And for the record, it's, "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
Oh... *(laughs)*
*(laughs)*