| On the eastside, that’s where I met my Ramona,
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| «I wanna go to a party,"that's what she said
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| Lonely, that’s what I 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 lotta people just rally round me
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| And love, she send a message of love
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| She said, «I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap,"BAH BAH.
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| Ramona, please step back
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| Now she’s my Ruca, I’m barely waiting for my hiena
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| She moved from Long Beach down to LA
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| Right now she 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, «You're not the only one, but you’re the best Bradley,"BAH BAH.
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| And now I’m waiting for my Ruca and I barely pulled up with my hiena
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| I know tonight I’ll be behind her, don’t fuck around with my hiena. |