Waiting For My Ruca

Punk rock changed our lives

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," bump-bump

Ramona, please step back

Now she's my Ruca

I'm barely waiting for my jaina

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," bump-bump

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