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 (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. 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!”. “Truett!”. “Dad he’s the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle.”. “Truett he’s three-years-old.”. “Well that’s probably why he lost. Why you want some?”. “Ah … I created a monster”