Waiting For My Ruca

Punk rock changed our lives Good boy, good boy, good boy 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 All the bad people, just rally 'round me and love She send the message of love She said, "I love up the way you move I love the way you rap", bop-bop Ramona, please step back Now she's my Ruca I'm barely waiting for my heina She moved from Long Beach down to L.A. Right now, she's 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, bow-bow And now I'm waiting for my Ruca And I barely pulled up with my heina I know tonight I'll be behind her Don't fuck around with my heina