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