| Yeah! |
| truDeezy
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| With the two thousand and tweezy
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| To all you playa haters
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| Hate the playa, not the game, baby
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| Uh, we goin' put it on ya
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| Make it loud n clear
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| All of my shorties
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| Whether far or near
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| Since the last (truDog)
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| It’s been three long years
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| So we goin' make it loud
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| We goin' make it loud n clear
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| I’m goin' make it clearer
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| Than a Southern California day
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| And even louder
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| 'Cause the song I sing will never fade
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| You really thought that T-R-U TO D-O-G was ending?
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| Listen, homie, you don’t even know me
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| This is just beginnin'
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| Ten-year veteran
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| Servin' up the medicine
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| I rock a mic
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| You rock a trike
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| Oops! |
| Your diaper’s wet again
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| Uh!
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| 'Stop Truey! |
| (what!) I wear Pull-Ups, and I’m tellin'! |
| Daddy!'
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| we goin' put it on ya
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| Make it loud n clear
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| All of my shorties
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| Whether far or near
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| Since the last (truDog)
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| It’s been three long years
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| So we goin' make it loud
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| We goin' make it loud n clear
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| we goin' put it on ya
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| Make it loud n clear
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| All of God’s soldiers
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| Whether far or near
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| Since the last (truDog)
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| It’s been three long years
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| So we goin' make it loud
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| We goin' make it loud n clear
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| Truett!'
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| 'Dad, he’s the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle.'
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| 'Truett, he’s three-years-old.'
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| Well maybe thats why he got served.
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| And for the record it’s dont hate the player hate the game. |