Momma
Regula Lyrics


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Shots cá fora (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer homem pode ir pra deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo é bad man
Cota me aceita
(Mãe)
Cota me aceita

Shots na prega (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer borra botas pode ir para a deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo vende quartitxas
Cota me aceita (aham)
(Mãe)
Cota me aceita (uhum)

Pacotes na prega (keys, keys, keys)
We got the city locked
Muchas e quartas, caso não saibas
Eu sou o que mais a city bate
Já não molho o cu aos anos
Mas o parro se eu estiver de carro a passar por eles
Still Diddy bop (Diddy bob)

Um dia destes dá-me um piri-paque
Porque um diz mata, o outro esfola
Muita paca, pouca esmola
Seja velha, seja nova
Eu não andei na vossa escola
Num big wheel, big steel
Deixa qualquer moço em pânico
Sempre acordei com grandes peles
E pequeno almoço britânico (com as)

Shots cá fora (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer homem pode ir pra deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo é bad man
Cota me aceita
(Mãe)
Cota me aceita

Shots na prega (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer borra botas pode ir para a deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo vende quartitxas
Cota me aceita (aham) (sorry, momma)
Cota me aceita (uhum)

Mas vossa excelência só tem a tendência para tudo aquilo que lhe faz mal (ya)
Eu não 'tou a cantar de galo (nah)
Eu até sou um gajo calmo
Muita vista futurista
No teu Insta tens motorista
Mas na real tu 'tás com as patolas
E com um escaldão de turista

No meu bairro, as cinderelas
Todas só gostam dos índios
E os quel'homens que dão uso às "click click"
Eles não as mostram nos vídeos
Nós éramos chavalos na curva (ya)
Qualquer um de nós tinha white ou cavalo na blusa
A tentar passar nos intervalos da chuva
E também tínhamos as

Shots cá fora (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer homem pode ir pra deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo é bad man
Cota me aceita (Deus, me perdoe)
(Mãe)
Cota me aceita

Shots na prega (aham)
Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
Mas eu não quero
Qualquer borra botas pode ir para a deita
Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo vende quartitxas
Cota me aceita (aham)
(Mãe)
Cota me aceita (uhum)





(Sorry, momma)

Overall Meaning

These lyrics from Regula's song "Momma" delve into the artist's personal experiences and struggles. The use of slang and colloquial language adds to the raw and authentic expression of his emotions.


In the first verse, Regula expresses the desire to be honest during times of evaluation, but he also doesn't want just anyone to be included in his intimate moments. He refers to himself as a "bad man," meaning someone who is tough or street-smart. He pleads for his mother's acceptance, suggesting that she understands him on a deeper level.


The chorus repeats the sentiment of the first verse, emphasizing that during challenging times, Regula doesn't want to associate with individuals who lack determination or ambition. He mentions selling "quartitxas," likely referring to small quantities of drugs. Despite engaging in these activities, he still longs for his mother's acceptance.


In the next verse, Regula boasts about his influence and dominance in the city. He mentions having various packages or deals that give him control over the urban scene. He admits to not having to please anyone for years, but he does have power over others when he drives past them in his car. The reference to Diddy bop likely signifies him feeling confident and in control.


Regula then expresses a sense of detachment and frustration with the world around him. He reflects on the fact that people are divided and motivated by harmful actions. He acknowledges the disparity between wealth and poverty and the realization that he didn't grow up in the same environment as others. He mentions waking up to luxury and indulging in a British-style breakfast to emphasize his elevated lifestyle.


The lyrics repeat the chorus, emphasizing the desire for acceptance from his mother. The rawness and vulnerability in Regula's plea suggest that despite his tough exterior, he longs for validation and understanding from the person who means the most to him.


In the final verse, Regula confronts a person of authority, possibly referring to a critic or someone who undermines him. He states that this person tends to gravitate towards negativity and harmful influences. Despite the confrontational tone, Regula asserts that he is not trying to boast but instead highlights his calm demeanor. He implies that he has a futuristic vision, possibly suggesting a desire to break free from his current circumstances.


Regula then contrasts his own experiences with those of others in his neighborhood. He mentions how the women in his community are attracted to a certain type of man, describing them as "click click" users who exploit others. He reminisces about their younger days, navigating difficult situations and hard times together. The mention of "cinderellas" emphasizes their shared experiences and struggles.


The song ends with a repetition of the chorus, with Regula once again yearning for his mother's acceptance. The lyrics conclude with an apology to his mother for possibly disappointing her or causing her distress.


In summary, Regula's "Momma" delves into his personal experiences, expressing his desires, struggles, and the longing for acceptance and understanding from his mother. The lyrics touch on themes of authenticity, societal divisions, and personal growth, providing a glimpse into the complex emotions and experiences of the artist.


Line by Line Meaning

Shots cá fora (aham)
Gunshots outside (aham)


Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
At harvest time, I'll be honest


Mas eu não quero
But I don't want


Qualquer homem pode ir pra deita
Any man can go to bed


Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo é bad man
I had to tell my old lady that I'm a bad man


Cota me aceita
Momma, accept me


(Mãe)
(Momma)


Shots na prega (aham)
Gunshots in the neighborhood (aham)


Na hora da colheita, vou ser sincero
At harvest time, I'll be honest


Mas eu não quero
But I don't want


Qualquer borra botas pode ir para a deita
Any weakling can go to bed


Tive que dizer na cota que um gajo vende quartitxas
I had to tell my old lady that I sell drugs


Cota me aceita (aham)
Momma, accept me (aham)


(Mãe)
(Momma)


Pacotes na prega (keys, keys, keys)
Packages in the neighborhood (keys, keys, keys)


We got the city locked
We have control of the city


Muchas e quartas, caso não saibas
Many drugs, in case you don't know


Eu sou o que mais a city bate
I'm the one the city fears the most


Já não molho o cu aos anos
I haven't messed up for years


Mas o parro se eu estiver de carro a passar por eles
But they'll get scared if I drive by them


Still Diddy bop (Diddy bob)
Still bouncing (Diddy bob)


Um dia destes dá-me um piri-paque
One of these days, I'll have a panic attack


Porque um diz mata, o outro esfola
Because one kills, the other skins


Muita paca, pouca esmola
Lots of cash, little charity


Seja velha, seja nova
Whether old or young


Eu não andei na vossa escola
I didn't go to your school


Num big wheel, big steel
In a big wheel, with a big steel (gun)


Deixa qualquer moço em pânico
Puts any young man in panic


Sempre acordei com grandes peles
I always woke up with big plans


E pequeno almoço britânico (com as)
And a British breakfast (with the)


Sorry, momma
Sorry, momma


Mas vossa excelência só tem a tendência para tudo aquilo que lhe faz mal (ya)
But you only have a tendency for everything that harms you (ya)


Eu não 'tou a cantar de galo (nah)
I'm not showing off (nah)


Eu até sou um gajo calmo
I'm actually a calm guy


Muita vista futurista
A lot of futuristic vision


No teu Insta tens motorista
On your Instagram, you have a driver


Mas na real tu 'tás com as patolas
But in reality, you're struggling


E com um escaldão de turista
And with a tourist sunburn


No meu bairro, as cinderelas
In my neighborhood, the Cinderellas


Todas só gostam dos índios
They all only like the Indians


E os quel'homens que dão uso às "click click"
And the guys who use the "click click" (guns)


Eles não as mostram nos vídeos
They don't show them in videos


Nós éramos chavalos na curva (ya)
We were kids on the corner (ya)


Qualquer um de nós tinha white ou cavalo na blusa
Each of us had cocaine or heroin in our pockets


A tentar passar nos intervalos da chuva
Trying to get through the rain showers


E também tínhamos as
And we also had the


Sorry, momma
Sorry, momma


Cota me aceita (Deus, me perdoe)
Momma, accept me (God, forgive me)


(Mãe)
(Momma)


Cota me aceita
Momma, accept me


(uhum)
(uhum)




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: King Bigs, Nuno Tiago Carreira De Oliveira Cabral Lopes

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@SkillaG

Um feat que nunca me passou pela cabeça, mas uma coisa que eu gosto é ser surpreendido, e este som surpreendeu-me sem dúvida! 🔥

@slimboyfg

Não há nada mais confortante do que saber que a nossa Kota nos aceita como somos 💯

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"Porque um diz mata outro esfola , muita paca pouca esmola , seja nova seja velha eu não andei na vossa escola"
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O beat ta sensacional mas a quadras que poderiam estar bem melhor mas nos dias de hoje ótimo e continuar com a inspiração de reppar com todo o apoio que devemos dar aos tugas e continuar a crescer on fire ó regula 🔥🔥

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