Loud 'N' Clear

Yeah! truDeezy For the two thousand and tweezy To all you playa haters Hate the playa, not the game, baby Uh, we goin’ 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 So we goin’ make it loud We goin’ make it loud n clear I’m goin’ 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 ending? 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! “Stop Truey! I wear Pull-Ups, and I’m tellin’! Daddy!” We goin’ 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 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 truDog It’s been three long years So we goin’ make it loud We goin’ make it loud n clear “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.” [laughs] “And for the record. It's don't hate the player, hate the game.” "Oh." [laughing]