Waiting For My Ruca

";punk rock changed our lives";
(dog barking)
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,
whole loop a 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";
(bo, bo)
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-
";Your not the only one, but your the best, Bradley";
(bo,bo)

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