• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Papers - Usher
• Paparazzi - Xzibit
• Paparazzi - Lady Gaga
• B.O.B.B.Y. - RZA
• Poparazzi - Switchfoot
• Paparazzi - Unbekannt
• Beepers - Sir Mix-A-Lot
• Paparazzi - Artillery
• Paparazzi - SNSD
• Paparazzi - Kidz Bop Kids
• Papyrus - Servant
• By Breeze - Prototype
• Paperhouse - Can
• Papers - Portecho
• Paparazzi - Kan Mi Yeon

Oh, oh, oh, papers
Oh, oh, oh, papers
I can't get to work on time
Can't believe the words to her I just said
But who the hell argue and fight like dogs at 6 in the morning?
I know it's gonna be some more sh** tonight
Our pastor's callin', tellin' me I done went too far
And I'm seen around town and my friends can't recognize me
'Cause I took a chance on love
It's like I'm dyin'
For you I gave my heart and turned my back against the world
'Cause you were my girl, girl, girl
I done damn near lost my mama, I done been through so much drama
I done turned into the man that I never thought I'd be
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers
I done took all I can take, but you leave me no options, girl
I can't deny how much I love you, I done gave up everything I had to
As hard as it is, I'm afraid I gotta say
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers
I done took all I can take, but you leave me no options girl
Oh, oh, oh, papers
Oh, oh, oh, papers
I'm losin' my mind, can't figure out who's wrong or right
I know it's you I love, but then I also know it's you I don't like
You claim you hate who I was, but that's the reason you here now
You think I don't know what's up, but sweetheart that's what ruined us
I ain't afraid to say I got needs but the only time you here for me
Is when the bottles poppin' and everything is sweet
But I, I'm tired of sleeping in the other room spending them long nights
Trying to figure out what in the hell in my heart I ain't do right
For you I gave my heart and turned my back against the world
'Cause you were my girl, girl, girl
I done damn near lost my mama, I done been through so much drama
I done turned into the man that I never thought I'd be
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers
I done took all I can take, but you leave me no options girl
I can't deny how much I love you, I done gave up everything I had to
As hard as it is, I'm afraid I gotta say
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers
I done took all I can take, but you leave me no options girl
Oh, oh, oh, papers
Oh, oh, oh, papers
Oh, oh, oh, papers
Oh, oh, oh, papers
Ready, ready, ready, ready
All my fellas up in here, if you had enough and you're ready to sign, say
(Ready, ready, ready, ready)
I'm ready, yes I am
All my ladies if you sick and tired, and you're ready to sign, say
(Ready, ready, ready, ready)
I can't keep livin' this life, I said I'm leavin' for the last time I'm
Ready, ready, ready, ready
I done damn near lost my mama, I done been through so much drama
I done turned into the man I never thought I'd be
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers
I done took all I can take, but you leave me no options girl
I can't deny how much I love you, I done gave up everything I had to
As hard as it is I'm afraid I gotta say
I'm ready to sign them papers, papers, papers

1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
with Million Dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin' up
the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
like dat
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
EXTRA LARGE
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi
I don't need no lights no cameras
just action god dammit
never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, Vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
so how the fuck is you hard
not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar
flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
from the West
puttin whole counties to the test
it's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
but I just play the back
others going through schemes and pipe dreams
for a contract
real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil
before I had a record deal
there for you look and stare like it's magic
too much of anything can make you an addict
when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
who dare to cross this path
yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a blood bath
so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
keep it all in perspective
Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi

We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It so magical, we'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans, garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don't have a price
Ready for those flashing light
'Cause you know that baby, I
I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah, cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie
Cause you know that baby, I
I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Real good, we dance in the studio
Snap, snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun
I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

Ultimate breakbeats an' shit right?
Niggaz still makin' money offa those shits
Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years
An' shit, right?
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital
Yo, you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep MCs avoidin' us
Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us
Your best bet black is sit back an' start enjoyin' us
An' run your commissary, attack your coronary
I'ma bury revolutionary
Honorary is sonic, electronic brain like Johnny Mnemonic
Get boosted from the sorrow an' went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickel
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down an' run you over with a trolley car
My nigga, Lucky keep 'em bucky like Dent
Intent, read the fine print, it says
'Do not enter, or cross the lines
You be tossed behind an' forced to submit to the rhyme'
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
Digital, Digital
44 in the holster, strapped tight by the Velcro
Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow
Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
It's the mental of slingin' swords, thinkin' a buck brings
Rain, hail, snow an' earthquakes
Search your mental birth date
50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shape
Just got hit on the hip by this bird
Talkin' 'bout she got a blister on her lip
That comes from not garglin' after suckin'
I'm togglin' the buttons on my cell phone
Call my nigga, Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
Solid chrome Berettas, nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
'Never ending story', not from the land of Nether
We fight for our wives to the death like Mega Evers
Wu-Tang Clan forever, all an' together now
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.
Digital, Digital
Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Ol' earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin' up
High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub cap on a Ac'
Tre-pound snub rap, we might joust
Fresh spring water from the ounce
Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in?
An' now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin' flamin' arrows
Pierce through your physical faculties
With pinpoint accuracy, you don't wanna battle me
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The Digital
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D., the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L

this is a tune for the poparazzi
The who's who and the so and so's
This is a tune for the graven images
Of Marilyn Monroe
We saw your face on the magazine
We heard your song on the MP3
You're stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
You can close your ears and your eyes but
Pop will never leave you alone
Leave me alone with all your social mingle
You try so hard to stay on top
Leave me alone with your little jingle
With your picture perfect pop
We read the article in Seventeen
We saw the video on MTV
This is a tune for the late Nirvana
The teen spirit of rock-and-roll
This is a tune for the velvet Elvis'
On the 90210
I thought my eyes were gonna get off clean
Til I read your lips on the TV screen
You were busy saying things you didn't mean
Now everyone's singing along
With your ridiculous song
You got it stuck

Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.
Next to the transit lounge
see the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came today
from Boston or Tangiers.
And in departures -- only
faceless trippers trip,
loaded with duty free
held in white knuckle grip.
Snap it up, flash away --
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type --
the news is running late tonight.
Be-decked with Nikon necklaces
hear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk
the famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there
but no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out
to colour in the book.
Snap it up, flash away --
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type --
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.
Paparazzi -- write it down.
Paparazzi -- turn it around.
Paparazzi -- take it, fake it,
break it.
'cos it's a story.
Now someone's cut the lines
communication's down.
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surround
and jab their fingers at me.
They kiss but I can't tell.
Even poor Paparazzi

[Operator's voice:]
(Welcome to Sky Pager)
[sound of beeper going off, appears throughout song]
[Sir Mix A-Lot (Operator's voice)]
Beepers ...
Beepers ...
Beepers ...
Beepers ...
(Welcome to Sky Pager)
Beepers
(Press the pound key after each entry)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I'm rollin like a Playboy beep, beep, beep
Just another page, just another freak
Cops say I'm bangin, girls say I'm slangin
Just cause my black Cross Courts be hangin
Ah huh, that's it baby
Beep diddy beep, will I call you maybe
Sky Pager looks like a Phaser
That's the attire of a Northwest player
San Jose, I got a show
Chillin like a champ with a girl in a limo
There we go again, I got a beep
The girl got nosy beggin for a peep
Get off me girl, this is business
I'm workin it and you can't witness
A Oakland skeeso, how do I know
Cause 415 was the area code
Turn it off, turn it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby wanna get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate
[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Operator's voice)]
With beepers, baby, haha
Beepers
(Welcome to Sky Pager)
Beepers
(To use Sky Pager)
Beepers
(Press the pound key after each entry)
Beepers
(Please enter the pin number you wish)
(Sky Pager) [x3]
Beepers
(Sky, Sky, Sky Pager)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1-800-759-7243
But if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he call? If you're fine I might
If you're a duck (*no dial tone sound*) good night
I got a cellular but you can't have my digits
Motorola beeps and the boy gets with it
Code one, two (Yo come on black
you gonna tell her about me, what's up with that?)
That's Attitude Adjuster, my homey
Huggin more girls than Bellica Rolee
Gettin 'em sprung, bustin 'em out
Rollin up dames, cause he's got that clout
Pullin young females, yank 'em on the stage
One fell prey when she called that page
(*numbers dialing sound*) called his beeper
Sweetie got sprung but he might not keep her
He never called back, so she called me
(Where's Attitude at? He was supposed to meet me)
I don't know but I'm wishin you luck
How does Attitude Adjuster hook up?
[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Operator's voice)]
With beepers
(If you wish to send message 777-9311)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you want
Some brothers some brothers wear fake ones, still tryin to flaunt
Walkin in a party, lookin like Joker
Big ole six inch garage door opener
Not me, cause my bank is set
Three dope Benzos, one Corvette
I'm not braggin or movin them thangs
Just clockin them dollars at the real estate game
(Sky Pager)
Telepage Northwest, satellite service pushed to test
Got a beep from a girl named Natalie
My memory slip, cause I need a new battery
Power on, display light's up
Incoming calls from the girls with butts
Girls call cause they might get lonely
Ha .. I run 'em like ponies
Pick 'em up, put 'em in the Benzo
I get a beep and I leave 'em in limbo
That's right I'm livin like that
What do I keep pinned to the strap
[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
My beeper ...
Beepers ...
Beepers ...
Beepers ...
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Oh yeah, girls got 'em too
They keep 'em in their purse, plain and cool
Big players, rollin up fellas
They comin up but they never will tell us
Smooth, ha, I bet you didn't know
The girl you called dumb was clockin your dough
Jackin ball players and never gettin tossed
Done worked every brother on the Seahawks
Yeah, she looks good, but she thinks she's swift
Tryin to pull up on the Mix-A-Lot tip
Sittin in the movie, she stepped out smooth
Oh baby girl, I got one too
[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Operator's voice)]
A beeper ...
(Sky Pager) [x2]
Beepers ...
(Sky Pager)
Beepers ...
(Sky Pager)
Beepers ...
(Sky Pager)
(Enter telephone number)
Beepers
(Or numeric message 777-9311)
Beepers ...
(If you wish to send message) ...
(Sky Pager) ...
(If you wish to send message) ...
(Sky Pager) ...

You bend it, you shape it, you squeeze and then you rape it
You just don’t know what you really do
For money, for power, each minute of the hour
You just can’t see that your lie shines through
A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory
Takes place all the time, according to the news
A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total
You just don’t care if a victim dies on you
A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist
You’d rather see the story, than see the justice to be done
A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey
I just don’t get it, is something wrong with you?
A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner
There is no end to your lack of common sense
A warzone, a dryzone, got people out of their home
A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie
You have to sell, to keep your job alive
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry
There’s no remorse, even when they die
It’s on the streets, the press is loose
Everytime the day breaks through
The news today will make its way
And somehow find its way to you
A model, a rock star, the wrecking of a fast car
You get more famous when you’re dying on the news
A hijack, a stockcrack, a politician’s sexlack
A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie
You have to sell, to keep your job alive
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry
There’s no remorse, even when they die
It’s on the streets, the press is loose
Everytime the day breaks through
The news today will make its way

[Jessica] Ooh La La La
La La La La
Ooh La La La
[Tiffany] Oh Oh
[Jessica] Ooh La La La
La La La La
Ooh La La La
[Seohyun/Sooyoung] With the Girls'
With the Girls' Generation
[Tiffany] Cha Cha Cha Cha
[Tiffany] Koochi mite Baby denwa shiteri Ring Ring
[Jessica] Fushizen'na hodo shizen'na furifuri
[Seohyun] Kidzui teru no yo Paparazzi anata ga
[Sunny] Nozomu toori no egao de Ahahaha
[Taeyeon] Hide and Seek no every night
[Seohyun/Hyoyeon] Matataku suta no Satellite
[Sooyoung] Motto ikiji hoshikunai
[Tiffany/Yuri] Nakayoku yarimashou nakama janai
[All] Life is a party gareji kara Suite room
[Yoona] Itsu datte anata ga Boom Boom Boom
[All] Hadeni Car chase hanano Around
[Jessica] Hikitsuke rarete Boom Boom Boom
[Seohyun] Nedan mo tsuke rareyashinai ai wo
[Taeyeon] Yami wo saite Flashing saite Money
[All] Life is a party gareji kara Suite room
[Tiffany] Mete mo samete mo Boom Boom Boom
[Jessica] Ooh La La La
La La La La
Ooh La La La
[Taeyeon] Yakusu to mitai gamen'no Ula ulala
[Sunny] Majime butteru ano ko mo Lachachala
[Jessica] Dandino kare datte iedewa Mamamama
[Seohyun] Himitsu no kisu no suriru de harahara
[Tiffany] Punkadelic crazy night
[Yoona/Yuri] Tokimeku Star no Searching Light
[Jessica] Bad Boy Bad Girl kinishinai
[Sunny/Sooyoung] Odorasareru yori odoruga Style
[All] Life is a party dameji hodo ureru
[Yuri] Mitsukattara saigo Boom Boom Boom
[All] Yorunohate hisomu kage
[Sunny] Sakima warishite Boom Boom Boom
[Jessica] Uwasa ga uwasa ni tobihi shite irai
[Taeyeon] Moe-agatte Burning shiteiku My Name
[Seohyun/Sooyoung] With the Girls' With the Girls' Generation
[Seohyun] Aishite aisa reta dakenanoni
[Taeyeon] Dono koi mo kegareta koi nante
[Jessica] Gamandekinai gamandekinai
[Sunny] Nante sawai deru hima wanai no
[Hyoyeon] Atchi demo kotchi demo
[Yoona] Boom Boom Boom
(Tiffany: Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
[Yuri] Mi rare teru hodo kagayaku wadakara
[Tiffany] Come on Friends hora oideyo Ra-ta-ta
[All] Life is a party gareji kara Suite room
[Sooyoung] Itsu datte anata ga Boom Boom Boom
[All] Hadeni Car chase hanano Around
[Tiffany] Hikitsuke rarete Boom Boom Boom
[Taeyeon] Koboreta namida mo hitotsubu ga ima
[Jessica] Hikaru daiyamondo ni kawaru made
[All] Life is a party gareji kara Suite room
(Tiffany: Life is a party, oh yeah yeah yeah)

Verse 1:We are the crowd. We're co- coming out. Got my flash on a string. With that picture of you its so magical. We'd be so fantastical. Leather and jeans. Your watch glamorous. Not sure what it means but this photo of us it don't have a price. ready for those flashing lights. Cuz you know that baby i.
(Chorus)I'm your biggest fan. I'll follow you until you love me. Papa-Paparazzi. Baby theres no other superstar. You know that ill be your pap- paparazzi. Promise ill be kind. But I wont stop until that boy is mine. Baby you'll be famous. Chase you down until you love me. papa- paparazzi.
Verse 2: Ill be a girl. Backstage at your show. Velvet ropes and guitars. Ya cause your my rock star in between the sets. Eyeliner and cigarettes. Shadow is burnt. Yellow dance in return. My lashes are dry. Purple teardrops i cry it don't have a price. Loving you is cherry pie. cuz you know that baby i.
(Chorus) I'm your biggest fan. I'll follow you until you love me. Papa-Paparazzi. Baby theres no other superstar. You know that ill be your pap- paparazzi. Promise ill be kind. But I wont stop until that boy is mine. Baby you'll be famous. Chase you down until you love me. papa- paparazzi.
Bridge: real good. were dancin the studio. stop stop. that sh*** on the radio. don't stop for anyone. were plastic but we still have fun!

Hey girl how can you see?
You've blue L.E.D.s where eyes should be
Oh oh baby
Finger the wires
Let the papyrus set on fire
Pour like oil
Station to star
Gymnasium bar
To the drugs in your car
Look
What do you want?
Oh what is it you need?
Where do you want to go?
Where have you ever been?
Oh, where have you been?
You like plastics
And man-made fibres
But could you decipher your own desires?
Oh oh baby
Finger the wires
Let the papyrus set on fire
Pour like oil
Station to star
Gymnasium bar
To the drugs in your car
Look
What do you want?
Oh what is it you need?
Where do you want to go?
Where have you ever been?
Oh, where have you been?
O how strange that I don't remember your name
O how strange that I don't remember your name, your
name
I don't remember your name
I don’t, I don't remember your name
What do you want?
Oh what is it you need?
Where do you want to go?
Where have you ever been?

Reborn
Will and fever diseased
Poisoned good at shame
Sleeping slowly
By breeze
Bleed
They bleed
Scorched
Aim High
Forced extension
Torn up in flight
Feeble stride
The hopeless keep asking why
Why

Take a light shining on the land,
Off the wall,
Up and down, free everything,
What you feel is all gone.
You can make everything
What you want with your head,
You're OK and be aware
Everywhere with your mind.
Two times, goodbye love,
You're sorting out for your room.
Too many savage songs,
Laugh with him today.
Playing everything,
You and your mind
And flying paperhouse
Way back on the laugh.
You just can't give them no more,
You just can't give them no more,
You just can't give them no more.
Honey back, fake everything,
Make them feel so bad.
You can make everything
What you want with your head.
Honey back, fake everything,
Make them feel so bad.
You can make everything
What you want with your head.
Flying paperhouse,
Let's stop in the sky.
Every day my paperhouse
Reaches out, comes in,
Every day my paperhouse

How nice,
The breeze that licks your hair
The parfume that you wear
Don’t try to find the words
That
Define the way we are
How wise,
To think that we could blame
This circulating game
Don’t try to comprehand
This

Yes!
I'm going to be your paparazzi
Michi michigesseo michigesseo
Naega waewaewaewae ironuenji molla molla
Mamamama machi masulgachi
Neoegeee ppajyeo beoryesseo ryesseo
Nunchikochi eobsi nunchi eobsi
Jakku waewaewaewae ne gyeotul maem dolgo dolgo
Neoneoneoneo neoman jakkuman nan
Chatge dwaeee babogachi iii
Na chyeoldabol ttaekkaji na saranghal ttaekkaji
Meomchuji anheullae neol gamsi hallae
Naega neoui Fan I dwaejullae
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Maeil neol ttara daniji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Neon eonjena My Superstar
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Neoneoneo eodireul gadeunji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Nae nuneul pihae sumji motaji
Paparachi
Buran buranhaeseo buranhaeseo
Jakku yeyeyeye yegamdeurui hollan gollan
Neoneoneoneo neoman jakkuman nan
Chatge dwaeee baboga dwaesseo dwaesseo
Nega nega eobseum nega eobseum
Waenji hahaharu jongil michigesseum gesseum
Deodeodeodeo deoneun deo isanguen
Mot chamaaa sumbakkokkajiljiljil
Na chyeoldabol ttaekkaji na saranghal ttaekkaji
Meomchuji anheullae neol gamsi hallae
Naega neoui Fan I dwaejullae
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Maeil neol ttara daniji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Neon eonjena My Superstar
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Neoneoneo eodireul gadeunji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Nae nuneul pihae sumji motaji
Paparachi
Yeah Eric's in the building uh huh oh huh 2011
Let's get'em ppajyeodeureo ERIc iu miro
SUPERSTAR is my middle name
It's gettin' bitter mironaedo deurimireo paparachi
Sumanheun eyeballs bonchemanche tto jallan che
It's comin' at you avalanche
Now stop that da jeonbu bireojulge geontu one two ja sijakhaebwa
That's they gonna do
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Maeil neol ttara daniji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Neon eonjena My Superstar
I'm a papapaparachi paparachi
Neoneoneo eodireul gadeunji
I'm gonna watch gonna watch
Nae nuneul pihae sumji motaji