On the east side, that’s where I met my Ramona

“I wanna go to a party, ” that’s what she said
Lonely, that’s what I’ve been

Here’s my telephone number call me
And to a party a house party

Whole lotta people just rally-round-me and love
She send a message of love

She said “I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap”

Ramona please step back
‘Cause she’s my Ruca, I’m barely waiting for my Jaina

She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she selling oranges by the freeway

I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell me
And she said “you’re not the only one, but you’re the best Bradley”

Ejem, that’s pretty much my life story, and of courses the comment is going to be a bloody swear words Olympic, now Ramona, step back…

And please, don’t make this face…