2 Pac - Part Time Mutha Lyrics
(cutting and scratching)Shes a part timeA part timePart timeShes a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timePart timeShes a (part time mutha)Meet cindi, shes twenty-two, lives right on the dope trackUsed to be fat now weighs less than a tic-tacNow whats that say about, this big epidemicThis hypocritical world, and the people in itNow speaking of in it cindi loved to get buckwild***** with a smile single file shell bust nuff stylesThat would be cool, if she was your loverBut ***** that, cindi was my dope fiend motherWelfare checks never stepped through the front doorCuz moms would run to the dopeman once moreAll those days, had me fiending for a hot mealNow Im a crook, got steel, I do not feelSo dont even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eightRevenge is a *****, and my hit shake the murder rateWord to the mutha, Im touchedWhen moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushedMaybe one day shell recoverBut what will it take, to shake, or breakMy part time muthaI gotta live with a part timeA part timeA part timeShes a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timeShes a (part time mutha)I grew up in a home where no-one liked meMoms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight mePoppa was a nasty old man, like the restHes feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dressJust another pest, and yes I was nervousBlood sensor tests, I just dont deserve thisI wanna tell mom, but would she listenShes bound to be *****in if she hasnt got a fix inSo... now I lay me down to sleepLord dont let him rape meIf he does my soul to keepDont let the devil take meCant concentrate I contemplate in my classroomThinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroomEvery day I make class, and yet Im missing periodsThe thought of pregnancy is in my head and now Im fearing itI gotta tell mom, before she sees meI told her how he gd me, and she didnt believe meCallin me a slut cuz my butts kinda big soStill that aint no way to be talkin to your kids thoughI cant believe the way you call itGotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughterTime for me to break and find anotherThats when I discoveredThe ways of the days of a part time muthaI got a part timeA part timeA part timeShes a (part time mutha)Part timeA part timeA part time muthaShes a (part time mutha)I rush to tend her, talked as I touch herShe blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust herIm up now, ready to get drunk on the blockHere, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cotShes gone, and Im thinkin that my games so strongPat myself on the back and move onIs this just how it is hell noCuz she came back with the kid and yoI been payin ever sinceThe clothes the food the cars and oh the rentAll of my time gets spent at the workplaceNo time to kiss her got me list in the first placeSo I do the dishes and clean the floorWhen I sleep I cant dream anymoreOh no... now Im a part time muthaAnd i, change the diapers and clean the shitThe tables are turned I cant take thisOh no... now Im a part time muthaA part timeA part time muthaNow Im a part time muthaIm a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timePart timeNow ima (part time mutha)Shes a part timeA part time muthaHes a part time muthaShes a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timeA part timePart time muthaA part timeA part time muthaPa-pa-pa-part timePa-pa-pa-part time...
