Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became a designer in a company called LOBA.
Born and raised just about everywhere
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys, who we're up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, you're moving with the designers from LOBA.
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said, I might as well kick it.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of LOBA are livin' like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh, and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, nah, forget it, yo holmes to LOBA
I pulled up to an office about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, holmes smell you later
Looked at my spot, I was finally there
To sit on my office chair as a designer for LOBA.