2Pac feat. Angelique & Poppi - Part Time Mutha
She's a part timeA part timePart timeShe's a part time muthaA part timeA part timePart timeShe's a part time muthaMeet 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 doorCause moms would run to the dopeman once moreAll those days, had me fiendin 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, niggas hush or get rushedMaybe one day she'll recoverBut what will it take, to shake, or breakMy part time muthaI gotta live with a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a part time muthaA part timeA part timeShe's a part time muthaI 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 nervousWas this a test? 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 cause 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 believing him, and dissin' her own daughter!Time for me to break and find anotherThat's when I discoveredThe ways of the days of a part time muthaI got a part timeA part timeA part timeShe's a part time muthaPart timeA part timeA part time muthaShe's a part time muthaI 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 cockShe'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 muthaA part timeA part time muthaNow I'm a part time muthaI'm a part time muthaA part timeA part timePart timeNow I'mma part time muthaShe's a part timeA part time muthaHe's a part time muthaShe's a part time muthaA part timeA part timeA part timePart time muthaA part timeA part time muthaPa-pa-pa-part timePa-pa-pa-part time...
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