Lirik Lagu Part Time Mutha - 2Pac
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(cutting and scratching)She's a part timea part timepart timeShe's a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timepart timeShe's a (part time mutha)
Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope trackUsed to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-TacNow what's that say about, this big epidemicThis hypocritical world, and the people in itNow speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwildFuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff stylesThat would be cool, if she was your loverBut fuck 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 I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feelSo don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eightRevenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rateWord to the mutha, I'm touchedWhen moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushedMaybe one day she'll recoverBut what will it take, to shake, or breakMy part time mutha
I gotta live with a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timeShe's 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 restHe's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dressJust another pest, and yes I was nervousBlood sensor tests, I just don't deserve thisI wanna tell mom, but would she listenShe's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inSo... now I lay me down to sleepLord don't let him rape meIf he does my soul to keepDon't let the devil take meCan't concentrate I contemplate in my classroomThinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroomEvery day I make class, and yet I'm missing periodsThe thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing itI gotta tell mom, before she sees meI told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe meCallin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big soStill that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids thoughI can't believe the way you call itGotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughterTime for me to break and find anotherThat's when I discoveredThe ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a (part time mutha)Part timeA part timeA part time muthaShe's a (part time mutha)
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch herShe blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust herI'm up now, ready to get drunk on the blockHere, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cotShe's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's 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 can't dream anymoreOh no... now I'm a part time muthaAnd I, change the diapers and clean the shitThe tables are turned I can't take thisOh no... now I'm a part time mutha
A part timeA part time muthaNow I'm a part time muthaI'm a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timePart timeNow I'ma (part time mutha)She's a part timeA part time muthaHe's a part time muthaShe's 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...
Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope trackUsed to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-TacNow what's that say about, this big epidemicThis hypocritical world, and the people in itNow speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwildFuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff stylesThat would be cool, if she was your loverBut fuck 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 I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feelSo don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eightRevenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rateWord to the mutha, I'm touchedWhen moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushedMaybe one day she'll recoverBut what will it take, to shake, or breakMy part time mutha
I gotta live with a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timeShe's 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 restHe's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dressJust another pest, and yes I was nervousBlood sensor tests, I just don't deserve thisI wanna tell mom, but would she listenShe's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inSo... now I lay me down to sleepLord don't let him rape meIf he does my soul to keepDon't let the devil take meCan't concentrate I contemplate in my classroomThinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroomEvery day I make class, and yet I'm missing periodsThe thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing itI gotta tell mom, before she sees meI told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe meCallin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big soStill that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids thoughI can't believe the way you call itGotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughterTime for me to break and find anotherThat's when I discoveredThe ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a (part time mutha)Part timeA part timeA part time muthaShe's a (part time mutha)
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch herShe blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust herI'm up now, ready to get drunk on the blockHere, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cotShe's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's 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 can't dream anymoreOh no... now I'm a part time muthaAnd I, change the diapers and clean the shitThe tables are turned I can't take thisOh no... now I'm a part time mutha
A part timeA part time muthaNow I'm a part time muthaI'm a (part time mutha)A part timeA part timePart timeNow I'ma (part time mutha)She's a part timeA part time muthaHe's a part time muthaShe's 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...
