Lyrics:

“Oneovdabigboiz” was the second single from Kwame’s sophomore album and his fifth of eight US Rap Chart top 20’s, reaching #3 in the spring of 1991.
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
Quiet 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
Hats to a tilt and a felt substitute
Fashions might have seemed to have worked
But it seems I was a fake, and fakes look like jerks
All I could do is scheme
Hope, pray and then 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 a cool guy
It didn't work, and that annoyed
And I asked myself why can't I be

Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz

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 in arm with some kid with some gangster name
Hopes and dreams in a flash were destroyed
All because of the fuss of wanting to be

Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz

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

Break it down, G
Is it funky for ya?

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 I enjoy
And it's cool being Kwame, not oneovdabigboiz

Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz
One of the big boys
One of the big boys
Oneovdabigboiz