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Yeah! truDeezy With 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 Letras de cancionesUh! 'Stop Truey! (what!) 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 thats why he got served. And for the record it's dont hate the player hate the game. From Letras Mania