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
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