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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Awol One
Awol One
Stimme und Gesang
Abstract Rude
Abstract Rude
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Floyd Gaugh
Floyd Gaugh
Komponist:in
Eric Wilson
Eric Wilson
Komponist:in
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike McMullen
Mike McMullen
Produzent:in

Letras

[Intro]
Okay, now we're gonna change the pace
Come on
That's right
Come on
Come on
[Verse 1]
On the east side, uh, 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"
[Verse 2]
Uh, east side where the girls are fat
Tight jeans show lots of ass
Love the ladies who got some class
Love me, baby, 'til it just don't last
It's all in the past
My boo could not be waiting in the truth 'cause I'm debating if I'ma hang around here much longer
Waiting for my jaina, where the Heineken? Tryin' to decide if I'ma buy Ramona a Corona
She wants to have this dance, Tony
She also has a friend, homie
She saw you on the hip-hop show
But never thought that she would see you walk through that door
Yo, and parties were meant to be crashed
Like her waist was meant to be grabbed
Uh, she loves the way that we rap
But I ain't really doing nothing, just running my trap
[Verse 3]
To a party, a house party
All the bad people just rally 'round me and love
She send the message of love
[Chorus]
She said, "I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap"
Ramona, please step back
Now she's my ruca
I'm barely waiting for my jaina
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Go, go
[Verse 4]
'Round and 'round, feel the sound
Pulled up to the party like I watched the celebrity
Waiting for the homie to get back from a beer run
Push the circle into a square
Shapeshifter like nobody cares
Drunken vandals playing Sublime, brothers
Oh, my ruca always has me waiting
Hotboxing in a car full of females
Spread their legs in so many ways
She don't care about politics or religion
She just wants to hold me 'til Armageddon
So play that song that we both did and make yourself useful, pour me some whiskey
When you touch, please do your touch on my touch
[Verse 5]
She moved from Long Beach up to LA
Right now, she's selling oranges by the freeway
I wanna know, Ramona, am I the only one? Tell me
[Chorus]
And she said, you are the only one, but the best is Bradley
Damn, Josh, was it really like that, dog?
Did she really say that?
Yup
[Chorus]
And now I'm waiting for my ruca
And I barely pulled up with my jaina
I know tonight, I'll be behind her
Don't fuck around with my jaina
[Outro]
Thank you very much
Written by: Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson, Floyd Gaugh
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