Lyrics:

TruDog's back
Player from another layer (ah-ooh)
Alright, I'ma show you how this thing works
I'll be your hype man
We gon' start it out like this (ah-ooh)
Tru-D-O-G, whatcha got for me?
Tru-D-O-G, whatcha got, boy? (What I got?)
Tru-D-O-G, make it hot for we (uh)
Tru-D-O-G, make it hot (like this?)
Tru-D-O-G, that's who I am
With the sun in my eyes and the mic in my hand (woo)
I'ma rock this party like an old-school jam
Tru-D-O-G, that's what I got, Pops (nice)
Tru-D-O-G, whatcha got for me?
Tru-D-O-G, whatcha got, boy? (What?)
Tru-D-O-G, make it hot for we
Tru-D-O-G, make it hot, boy
I gotta get this off my chest, I like recess
And I like the best when I'm ballin'
Shot callin', bouncin' off the walls
Whatchu know about shot callin', man?
'Cause everybody gonna move when I rock the mic, I...
Yo, hold up, Dad! (What?)
Don't you have 11 other joints on this record? (Yeah...)
What's the name of this track anyway?
TruDog
'Cause everybody gonna move when I rock the mic
I keep it lyrically smooth like I'm riding a bike
And every once in a while just to see if they feel me
I'm gonna pop a wheelie
Uh
I'm gonna pop a wheelie
Man, whatchu talkin' 'bout? You can't pop no wheelie!
Yes, I can, ask Momma!
Hold on, you said something about 'old-school,'
Whatchu know about old school?
Check this:
Sha-sha-sha-sha-sha-sha-shake it, don't break it
It took your momma nine months to make it
This track's gettin' outta control, man I can't, I can't take...
But, Dad!
That's not a very good hype man...
Hey, I heard that!
Busted...
Oh, snap