On the east side,
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That’s where I met my ramona,
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"i wanna go to a party,"
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That’s what she said,
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"lonely, that’s what I’ve been,
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Here’s my telephone number call me"
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And to a party, a house party,
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Whole loop a people just rally ’round me
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And love, she send a message of love
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She said
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"i love up the way you move, I love the way you rap"
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(bo, bo)
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Ramona please step back
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Now she’s my ruca, I’m barely waiting for my heina.
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She moved from long beach down to l.a.
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Right now she’s selling oranges by the freeway.
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I wanna know, ramona am I the only one? tell me
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And she said-
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"your not the only one, but your the best, bradley"
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(bo,bo)
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And now I’m waiting for my ruca
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And I barely pulled up with my heina
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I know tonight I’ll be behind her
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Don’t fuck around with my heina
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Wating for my Rucca
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| Sublime |
