Paypa Boy

Paypa Boy

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"Paypa Boy Came to Me Ready to roll, this kid been rocking all is life he is a natural "Quote

Biography

Marlon Bryan professionally known as "Paypa Boy", born August 2nd, 1981, in Spanish Town, Jamaica, W.I..in 1990 Paypa Boy relocated to Brooklyn N.Y., where he lived for 4 years.

Talented Entertainer and Rapper Paypa Boy - DA Star has unleashed upon the masses his "Hit' debut effort "Paypa Workz" 5-Song / EP, "Got Work," along with his other 4 Hit singles, "Best Of DA Best," , "Paypa Boy," , "Cold Out Here," , "Stay Working"

~In-Stores Now! Spring 2K9~

Paypa Boy is more than ready for the big time in the music industry, the question is the music industry ready for Paypa Boy.

Paypa Boy musical styles range from rap, hip-hop, to dancehall, down to reggae so fans of Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Kanye West, 50 Cent, and Nelly will dive right into Paypa Boy musical influences instantly. Paypa Boy's lyrical work expresses the lifestyle he's dealt with all his life, rather it be drug-dealers, gangsters, alcohol, drugs, you name it he's likely faced it one point or another.

Paypa Boy knows how to express himself and he does it the correct way. Musical speaking when you listen in on his current single " Got Work," it instantly displays the creativeness and skills he can expose musically and details the best qualities and what he's experienced.

But not only do you get that amazing single you automatically get even more tunes to rock out too; with ""Best of Da Best, " a collection of debut tunes that will rock the house from every angle possible. Papya Boy is the newest rapper and entertainer in the business and he is by far one that will stand out above all the other rappers and hip-hoppers in the music industry.

So make sure to check out his skills and give your proper judgment and opinion on what you think of the almighty Paypa Boy, and his creation "Got Work," once it's unleashed

Lyrics

Got Work

Written By: Marlon Bryan

Got Work

Chorus:

How the paypa work? Work!

How the paypa work? Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

repeat

Verse one:

Cop it in Cali, we get it off in PG

Got work in the Denali, we in DC

We got choppers in the city, like BG

That’s for them niggas, paypa hating on that HG

Paypa chasin gangsta we stay G

Perpetrating wanksters you stay weak

Hamburger bitch n***** when we clap beef

I serve quick figgaz when we lock streets

This is for my n***** on the water like a jet ski

This is for my n***** working quarters like a referee

They say I’m ignorant, never going to get a deal

Independent dropped with out a record deal

Chorus

How the paypa work? Work!

How the paypa work? Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Repeat

Verse two:

Got green, got the nien, gotta keep the machine

Sucka n***** start fakin we squeeze on ya team

All this money we be making we serving the feins

Riding dirty, but I’m still riding clean

Stay shiting on n***** the swagger is mean

Paypa route the road to riches just holla at me

Yall n***** is some bitches, you acting like she

Yall n***** ain’t getting riches, can’t stack like me

With this rap shit I smash it, can’t spit like me

How I put it in the pocket, I flip the trees

Boys a beast, how we get it in the streets

My yardie peeps, know how to get it in for cheap

Chorus:

How the paypa work? Work!

How the paypa work? Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Repeat

Verse three:

How the paper work, 1st to the 31st work!

Get paid from the 1st to the 31st work!

Flip weight from the 1st to the 31st work!

Hygrade all day, got the network work!

drug money all day what the net worth

More paper, more work, more paper work

I know them fools going try and get me

That’s how haters work,

get bitches but I gotta get this paper first

\break down then I pitch it, supply the work\

melt down when I spit, I fire the verse

so fly, shorties always trying to flirt

I need a ride or die chick, who going to ride with the work

Chrous

How the paypa work? Work!

How the paypa work? Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Got paper, got work, got paypa work. Work!

Repeat

Stay Working

Written By: Marlon Bryan

Stay Working

My shift be the grave yard (repeat)

Chrous

I stay working, even on my day off
all through the season, even through the play offs
and i'm the boss, got work, you can't lay off
n***** this is our turf you better stay off

Verse one: L Dot

I stay working even on my day off
Day in and day out, I'm waiting for a pay off
the grade over grind, OT, overtime
the cellie never stop ringing, never got a open line
now what you want cause it better be more than a dub
matter fact n**** cop half and step your bread up
on 4/20 I clocked in and sell bud
fast money I catch homie just only sped up
you n***** hungry, looking mad, but we fed up
cause its HG n***** sharpening your edge up
I ain't a barber but you can catch a fresh cut
bump your shit back, I'm a fuck your whole head up
N***** messed up, so I'm a have to spray off
HG, Paypa boy, whoa, we do it real big
you see it on your radar
I get it every damn day, even on my day off

Chorus

I stay working, even on my day off
all through the season, even through the play offs
and i'm the boss, got work, you can't lay off
n***** this is our turf you better stay off

Verse two: Paypa Boy

I push it real hard
push it push it real hard
all through the night n**** my shift be the grave yard
fuck a fist fight hammers cock back and blaze yall
my n***** push white like larry bird when we ball
when we call them killers up. them n***** getting rif of yall
Baretta hit ya body guard, the tech hit your body hard
Switch the game up and then I stiff em like Charlie ward
money over broads still I'm living like a movie star
n***** want to see me fall but I'm still standing tall
flow so sick, I need some extra stength tylenol
dough so thick, money stretching like extention cords
smith and wessern 40 cal take a n**** temple off
and when we let them off, we led em with the head shots
with out the red dot you still get your head popped
work price cheap nigga a get from cell block
how we clock off the green, you probably think we sell rocks

Chorus

I stay working, even on my day off
all through the season, even through the play offs
and i'm the boss, got work, can't stay off
n***** this is our turf you better stay off

Verse three: G Cino

yeah, yeah, yeah
I working hard on the field like A rod
real n***** on the block, fake niggas stay off
break the G code, get the snake dudes laid off
banger in the MPC case sawed off
loosin on the corner call the corriner haul off
trees in the jungle hygh grade move it all dawg
naw we never fall dawg, buy out the mall dawg
grade stay working puah the clock the clock seven days you'll
youngin no time off,love out in DC
uptown boy from sotheast to northeast
reppin all my niggas from up top to pg
and all my dough getters stack cheese
getting rid off p's
moving out hatas we getting rid of yall
score t/d in ur face everytime we ball
stay working even our day off
my parade muder you roaches when we spray off
chea

Chorus

I stay working, even on my day off
all through the season, even through the play offs
and i'm the boss, got work, can't stay off
n***** this is our turf you better stay off

Cold Out Here

Written By: Marlon Bryan

Cold Out Here

Chorus

On my block its cold out here
gotta let these n***** know out here
squeezing glocks and fo's out here
choppers, n***** poppin yall get smoked out here

verse one: L dizzy

Ay man I hustle hard so catch me on the block
in the winter when its cold even when it hot
my bread neva stop dot be on the paper route
hate we put your ass in the trash thats how i take em out
we spray shots in his face like he breakin out
drive by's hittin everybody lettin anger out puttin holes all over
yo head u rock a halo now
me and paypa boy posted up we got them bangers out

you dont want ur life in danger pal
got the banger blow ambulance ridin
by your block sirens ringing loud hg n*****
be the shit u gotta say it now this is how we want it
gon take the crown

man im a bully on my block
any hood I got it locked
so when its cold out i set up shop

if n***** cant handle that n*****'ll handle glocks
to ya mom and ya pops that grade we licking shots n****

Chorus

On my block its cold out here
gotta let these n***** know out here
squeezing glocks and fo's out here
choppers, n***** poppin yall get smoked out here

verse two: Paypa Boy

man look, techs hit ya body up the grade shot the party up
catch u in the telly n***** squeeze and shoot the lobby up
hit u in yo belly and ur face shoot ur nostril up
guns n***** carry too small they aint long enough
punk get u buried in the yard call the coroner
get me the gon dip me yall aint kno i was foreignor
hit me i got sticky i got cali i got zona bruh
out there on yo corner i put douja took it over bruh
young n**** blowin up shittin when im showing up
comin with the hygh grade my money keep growing up
gun em with the ak ur body keep holdin up make my money fast
drug traffic ain't slowing up

rush hour push the product load the glock up
n***** wanna squad up we ready loadin choppas
n***** wanna mob up if they right they come with coppers
catch a n**** slippin we cap em we head poppers

Chorus

On my block its cold out here
gotta let these n***** know out here
squeezing glocks and fo's out here
choppers, n***** poppin yall get smoked out here

Verse three: paypa boy

U see im running wit the grade coming with the k
comin wit ur blade n***** gunnin wit the gage
funny n**** ya gay my money long im paid hustle 365
even on tuesdays and thursdays
spit 45s at these n****** cuz they too fake
fuck dude babymom now he gotta scew face
nut stains on ur pretty girl lil cute face
nut stains on her shirt your man thought it was toothpaste
spit game paper chase flip distribute weight
moneyland to VA im lockin down two states
Matt Lienart the fake and the phony cuz they two faced
flatline them n***** one time with the uzi
think its a movie shit real yall aint shoot me
still flip weed in whitfield yall aint move me
flame keep loafin now cino produce me
see a n**** floatin now these hoes wanna goose me

Chorus

On my block its cold out here
gotta let these n***** know out here
squeezing glocks and fo's out here
choppers, n***** poppin yall get smoked out here

Best of DA Best

Written By: Marlon Bryan

Best of DA Best

Verse One: Paypa Boy

No naw neva on safety, hustler getting money
I ain't trippen off s....
I ain't pullin over for feds, they better chase me
I grave yard get bread no if ands or maybe's
Stack grands my money lands gotta million dollar gonga plan
push p's and come up like the million dollar gonga man
how we moving, how we pushing , you wouldn't even understand
bastika, blastika packs wrapped in rubber bands
stay with them choppers like them kids in Afganistan
and i'm taken shots at your head like a camera man
squeeze till we empty the clips, or the hammer jam
(...................), Holla at ur man
Boy gor them p's on a rip, holla at me fam
your boy like a concrete, have niggas stomping out ya man
your boy shouldnt start beef, he'll get body bagged
body tagged with bullets, with the shots through the 40 cal

Chorus

Best of the best greatest of the great
jealousy and hate but see the look up in your face
get your paper staight, yeah im on the paper chase
holla when u shopping or you copping i produce the weight

verse two: paypa boy

naw the grind neva on pause,
trees is illegal, i don't care about the law
come up off the green like i'm aout here pumping raw
its fine on the block imma hustle out my car
when niggas want to re-up they know who to call
bitches try to bun me up money ova broads
imma sell this ten pack, go holla at my dogs
i pump weight crazy like im on some steriods
i'm on the streets daily, i'm gravy, i aint lazy
if i got a middle man somebody gotta pay me
yeah i gotta get mine don't even try to play me
you shouldn't gamble with me, you can't break me
you know my money grow on trees you shouldn't fade me
payap boy stay with the d like Champ Bailey
i get it how live, my nig, the streets made me
come up like a pimp, i gets money of mary
sick with the flow, flip get the dough
I don't love these b's, i F*** then I roll
see me in the streets, i ditch them then i'm gone
i'm working pushing p's, i'm getting my grind on
f******* with some g's who clock in and move p's
tech's does it ease, we buck it then two squeeze
the n**** paypa B, i'm repping for HG
when you see me in the streets i'm repping for IC

Chorus

Best of the best greatest of the great
jealousy and hate we see the look up in your face
get your paper staight, yeah im on the paper chase
holla when u shopping or you copping i produce the weight

Verse three: blacka P

Dem cant trouble us we a real hustler money in a pocket we
a stack it, it a double up we a real huster real drug smuggler
from youth we a suffera survive so we tougha ya

a lot a guap not a little bit we getting it Money aquarbat grip flip
like a gymnist getting rid bricks quicker than niggaz pitching on
the rip and Moneyland Pittiching through the dirty dollar District

Hotta than a plan pilot in the cock pit flying over spraying rockets you cant
stop this so please stop it profits that we have gotten you cant stop it I'm
from the tropics we stuff dollars in our pockets and pop shit at niggaz who
really dont know what hot is Hottness ill commis the Hyghgrade we got it
Paypaboy Blakka P through the city we clocking rude boys on the Low
I know you watching

Chrous
Best of the Best Greatest of the Great jealousy bring hate we see the look
up in your face get your Paypa straight Yeah I'm on that Paypachase holla
when you shopping we you copping I produce the weight

Paypa Boy

Written By: Marlon Bryan

Paypa Boy

Verse One:

You want some paypa girl, from the paypa boy (naw)

Shawty love the boy, she trying to bun up the boy (naw)

You ain’t my main chick, you just a groupie broad

I gave you stiff diss, I’m not the movie boy

I’m mister hotel, I’m mister motel

Back seat, back shots, whats up with some more head

Boy ain’t no tricker, you ain’t getting no bread

Have you ever felt a stiff arm to the forehead?

I don’t even like her, I just want to pipe her

Leave her to the next man to wife her, you dig

When I hit these broads, I don’t kiss these broads

I’m mister one night stand how I diss these broads

And I got her on dvd like a porno star

You in a house on a cellie phone boning a broad

I got the mouth and the tellie, then I boned her dawg

She caught the nut like a slut right between her jaw

Chorus

I’m mister paypa boy, paypa boy…

We grind get that dat paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy…

We hustle get dat paypa yall

Paypa boy paypa boy…

HG be getting paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy…

They use to call me multi now they call paypa boy

Verse two:

She know its paypa be, so she goosin me

See all these dudes in the club, but she chose me

But I ain’t trippin off these broads, I’m mister MOB

I be doing me grinding I be moving trees

But then I broke her off some bread, now she blowing me

Blowing up my phone like she go with me

Shawty talking reckless, want me to take her home with me

Stiffness and bubblegum you rather give her ESG you crazy,

shawty imma playa, you can’t play me

You love the pipe so much I should let you pay me

When I’m in that pussy I be fucking like I’m crazy

Girl I had the rubber on you can’t get me with the baby (naw)

DNA a prove that it was another dude

And that it wasn’t me I hit you with the stick it move

I’m the one hitter quitter I one nite standa

Pull my pants up roll out with the hammer

Chorus

I’m mister paypa boy, paypa boy…

We grind get that dat paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy…

We hustle get dat paypa yall

Paypa boy paypa boy…

HG be getting paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy..

They use to call me multi now they call paypa boy

Verse three:

You couldn’t get much, but you gotta fat butt

You gotta catch nut and you gotta back it up

Girl I’m the paypa boy, I flip so I stack bucks

Get dough, I smash sluts, smoke dro, crash the truck

Shit I’m in largo with a bad chick,

Pulled down my pants, seen a snake, she grabbed it

Hope she ain’t dirty, man I hope she don’t crab it

Shawty got me ready, you hear me, I’m about to stab it

No horse, no carriage, no rings. no marriage

Did it on her mattress like a porn actress

And she gave me face like she had a lot of practice

Plus I break back like I need a chiropractic

N***** spit game but I get it automatic

Jamaican, American, even when they Spanish

I’m a still smash it light skin or dark skin

I piped her in the park, right next to her apartment

Chorus

I’m mister paypa boy, paypa boy…

We grind get that dat paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy…

We hustle get dat paypa yall

Paypa boy paypa boy…

HG be getting paypa yall

Paypa boy, paypa boy..

They use to call me multi now they call paypa boy

Discography

1. Got Work
2. Best of DA Best
3. Paypa Boy
4. Cold Out Here
5. Stay Working

Set List

5-song set

1. Got Work
2. Best of DA Best
3. Paypa Boy
4. Cold Out Here
5. Stay Working

45 minutes