Well I stumbled on a picture kinda made me laugh  
 A photograph  what brought me right back to the past  
 When I was a youngster  
 Quite nerd type  that wanted to be amongst the  
 Older  bolder  colder crowd  
 With fat gold chains and strolled around  
 In tucked silk suits  hundred dollar Bally boots  
 Hat to a tilt and a felt substitute  
 Fashions my have seemed to have worked  
 But it seems I was a fake, and fakes look like jerks  
 All I could do is scheme  
 Hoping that one day I'll be on the top of the team  
 No matter how hard I tried, I'd just collide  
 With being a fool and an old guy  
 It didn't work, and that annoyed  
 And I asked myself why can't I be oneovdabigboiz  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Two:  
  
 Now I remember one day in the 7th grade  
 A new girl came to school and I must say  
 I slid, skid, crashed and got a crush  
 On her and all other things seemed like a bluff  
 I wouldn't dare to speak, didn't say a word  
 Trying to be a big boy, I just became a nerd  
 Doubting myself, thinking I'm all sissy and all  
 Either I was too short, too shy, or too small  
 Which was a sign of ignorance  
 So I brought up confidence  
 The next day I'm panicking  
 Stiff as a mannequin  
 What do you know  
 She doesn't even show  
 But there's tomorrow, the next day she came  
 Arm and arm with some dude, with some gangster name  
 Hopes and dreams in a flash were destroyed  
 All because of the fuss of oneovdabigboiz  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Bridge: Tasha Lambert (singing)  
  
 I'm the one that told you not to worry  
 You'll grow up to be someone special  
 Take your time and don't you hurry  
 'Cause soon you will be  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Three:  
  
 They all have eyes, they all have two feet  
 They used to pick their girls up but on a train we meet  
 Why can't I be a big boy I used to ask myself  
 And self said "Why do you wanna be someone else  
 Why do you wanna wear what someone else wears  
 Or get a cut, like someone else's hair  
 Or be seen in someone else's glare  
 You know what I'm saying (you're right)" YEAH!  
 I'll do my own thing speak my own slang  
 Be in my own swing, know what I'm saying  
 'Cause baby I'm a star  
 You know who the hell I are  
 It's paying off a lot  
 I had everyone rocking the streets and wanting the polka dots  
 It's OK, this life is I enjoy  
 And it's cool being Kwame, not oneovdabigboiz  
  
 Chorus