Yeah! Trudeezy! For the two thousand and tweezey! So all you player haters. Hate the player, not the game, baby! We gon' lay it on ya make it loud and clear! All o' my shorties whether far or near Since the last (Trudog) its been three long years So we gon' make it loud, we gon' make it loud and clear Gonna make it clearer than a southern California day and even louder 'cause the song I sing'll neva fade And if you thought the T-R-U-D-O-G-10 was in, Listen to me you don't even know me This is just beginnin' Ten year veteran, servin' up the medicine! I rock 'em like you rock a trike, oops! Ya daiper's wet again, UH! Truett? What? I wear pull-ups! And I'm tellin'. DADDDYYYY.... We gon' lay it on ya make it loud and clear! All o' my shorties whether far or near Since the last (Trudog) its been three long years So we gon' make it loud, we gon' make it loud and clear We gon' lay it on ya make it loud and clear! All o' God's soldiers whether far or near Since the last (Trudog) its been three long years So we gon' make it loud, we gon' make it loud and clear Truett....? What? He's the one that wanted to have a free-style battle! Truett, he's three years old. Well, maybe that's why he got served. Oh, and for the record, its don'thate the player, hate the game. Oh.