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

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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