Oneovdabigboiz

[Verse 1] 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: Tasha Lambert] Oneovdabigboiz One of the big boys One of the big boys Oneovdabigboiz One of the big boys One of the big boys Oneovdabigboiz [Verse 2] 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] 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 3] They all had rides, I only had 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]