Part Time Mutha Lyrics

by 2 Pac

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[cutting and scratching]<br />She's a part time<br />a part time<br />part time<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />part time<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br /><br />Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track<br />Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac<br />Now what's that say about, this big epidemic<br />This hypocritical world, and the people in it<br />Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild<br />Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles<br />That would be cool, if she was your lover<br />But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother<br />Welfare checks never stepped through the front door<br />Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more<br />All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal<br />Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel<br />So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight<br />Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate<br />Word to the mutha, I'm touched<br />When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed<br />Maybe one day she'll recover<br />But what will it take, to shake, or break<br />My part time mutha<br /><br />I gotta live with a part time<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br /><br />I grew up in a home where no-one liked me<br />Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me<br />Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest<br />He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress<br />Just another pest, and yes I was nervous<br />Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this<br />I wanna tell mom, but would she listen<br />She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in<br />So... now I lay me down to sleep<br />Lord don't let him rape me<br />If he does my soul to keep<br />Don't let the devil take me<br />Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom<br />Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom<br />Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods<br />The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it<br />I gotta tell mom, before she sees me<br />I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me<br />Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so<br />Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though<br />I can't believe the way you call it<br />Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter<br />Time for me to break and find another<br />That's when I discovered<br />The ways of the days of a part time mutha<br /><br />I got a part time<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br />Part time<br />A part time<br />A part time mutha<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br /><br />I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her<br />She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her<br />I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block<br />Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot<br />She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong<br />Pat myself on the back and move on<br />Is this just how it is hell no<br />Cuz she came back with the kid and yo<br />I been payin ever since<br />The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent<br />All of my time gets spent at the workplace<br />No time to kiss her got me list in the first place<br />So I do the dishes and clean the floor<br />When I sleep I can't dream anymore<br />Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha<br />And I, change the diapers and clean the shit<br />The tables are turned I can't take this<br />Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha<br /><br />A part time<br />A part time mutha<br />Now I'm a part time mutha<br />I'm a (part time mutha)<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />Part time<br />Now I'ma (part time mutha)<br />She's a part time<br />A part time mutha<br />He's a part time mutha<br />She's a (part time mutha)<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />A part time<br />Part time mutha<br />A part time<br />A part time mutha<br />Pa-pa-pa-part time<br />Pa-pa-pa-part time...<br />