| Lyrics: | 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 |
