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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Organized Noize
Programming
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
Witchdoctor
Lead Vocals
Buulllllll
Lead Vocals
Masada Hogans
Lead Vocals
Mr. DJ
Synthesizer
Dré
Lead Vocals
Skinny Miracles
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Organized Noize
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Masada Hogans
Songwriter
Erin Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Executive Producer
Organized Noize
Producer
Bernasky Wall
Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Shawn Grove
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Antonio "LA" Reid
Executive Producer
Babyface
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mahogany Team Queens up on the rise
Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise
How we comin', comin' hard, camels too slow
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (What? What?)
The game is hot, you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay
Mahogany go platinum after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks, we get kicks off of loud gun shot licks
Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nixed
This life is plush, I be the bill-be-board (Scarface want)
Italiano, I'm the real McCoy, ****, what?
Can't be a joke, I've been through too many games
**** laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
Show me respect 'cause it's due
You keep the fear 'cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you
[Chorus]
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
[Verse 2]
Yo, now, you and your **** shit shaky
And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky
Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy
You wide open, you start smokin' with your girl
She ****-bashin', sayin', "You don't need 'em in your world, **** all dogs!"
If **** all dogs, then what you call broads?
Felines in heat, meowin' for some yarn balls
Now you and her done got to drankin'
Oh, now it's really crunk, 'cause y'all silly drunk and your girl done got to thinkin'
She talkin' 'bout, "Girl, you look so beautiful"
You say, "Thank you," bein' nice, you try to change the subject
"Want some beans and rice?" But she's back at you like a pit
Mixed with a chihuahua, how much meaner can you get?
Don't let her have her way with you, she's gonna have a fit
You're the candy apple of her eye and 'bout to get bit
Here's what you do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch, don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause
Then black ball laws of balance at all cost
[Chorus]
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
[Verse 3]
Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out
Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda
On the balcony, I got a sofa
Nights like this is perfect for this Spanish Fly
Can you come over? Somethin' I wanna show ya
Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it
Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave
I got your favorite Stouffer's lasagna, that's how much I want ya
Fuck flowers, the ceremony starts from the shower with the water
I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin'
Prepare for this sex drillin', she said somethin' in Spanish
Got me feelin' mannish, me and you finna vanish
Real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryna make cheese to get you pregnant overseas
Maybe make sho' that's my seed
Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single
Talkin' to you, Miss Bilingual
Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet
Tryna get you so wet, never been to Spain
Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny
Fuckin' with **** with ageless bodies
Talkin' to me, while I squeeze it bare
Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair
[Chorus]
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
[Verse 4]
Friday night boi, breakin' the old school out, boi, we cruisin'
'Bout fo' **** and fo' hoes, it ain't gon' be nobody losin'
But they choosin', better get in where you fit in 'cause it's crucial
I'm tryna cut 'bout two of them girls 'cause that just what I'm used to
I mean that, the first that look my way just gon' get splack packed
From the front to the back this cognac, got my throat burnin' like burlap
Everybody cheesin', knowin' these hoes gon' cut like Pleasers
These hookers they praisin' my crew like Reverend Hodo be praisin' Jesus
The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie
She thought we was some motherfuckin' genies
So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended
Told her, and her silly friends, "Get out" before they got offended
To the La Quinta we went, layin' them hoes down on the freestyle tip, yeah!
[Chorus]
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
[Verse 5]
Permecito, senorita, mamacita
Mira mira, what's your name? Maria
Same as mi tia, de Colombia
I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nothin' for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here tryna feed my baby
Lil' Bre, y'all should see, shit
Do it one more time, shit
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Cordero Meko Johnson, Damarco Johnson, Erin Johnson, Jaylen Johnson, Jordan K. Johnson, Masada Hogans, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade