| cutting and scratching)
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| She’s a part time
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| a part time
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| part time
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| part time
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| Meet Cindi, she’s twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
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| Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
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| Now what’s that say about, this big epidemic
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| This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
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| Fuck with a smile single file she’ll bust nuff styles
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| That would be cool, if she was your lover
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| But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
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| Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
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| Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
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| All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
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| Now I’m a crook, got steel, I do not feel
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| So don’t even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
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| Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
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| Word to the mutha, I’m touched
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| When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
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| Maybe one day she’ll recover
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| But what will it take, to shake, or break
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| My part time mutha
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| I gotta live with a part time
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| 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
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| He’s feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
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| Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
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| Blood sensor tests, I just don’t deserve this
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| I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
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| She’s bound to be bitchin if she hasn’t got a fix in So… now I lay me down to sleep
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| Lord don’t let him rape me If he does my soul to keep
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| Don’t let the devil take me Can’t concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
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| Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
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| Every day I make class, and yet I’m missing periods
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| 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
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| I can’t believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
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| Time for me to break and find another
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| That’s when I discovered
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| The ways of the days of a part time mutha
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| I got a part time
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| Part time
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| A part time
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| A part time mutha
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
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| She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
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| I’m up now, ready to get drunk on the block
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| Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
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| She’s gone, and I’m thinkin that my game’s so strong
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| 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
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| The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
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| All of my time gets spent at the workplace
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| No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
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| So I do the dishes and clean the floor
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| When I sleep I can’t dream anymore
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| Oh no… now I’m a part time mutha
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| And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
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| The tables are turned I can’t take this
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| Oh no… now I’m a part time mutha
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| A part time
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| A part time mutha
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| Now I’m a part time mutha
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| I’m a (part time mutha)
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| Part time
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| Now I’ma (part time mutha)
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| She’s a part time
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| A part time mutha
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| He’s a part time mutha
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| She’s a (part time mutha)
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| A part time
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| Part time mutha
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| A part time
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| A part time mutha
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| Pa-pa-pa-part time
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| Pa-pa-pa-part time… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Part Time Mutha , by - 2Pac. Song from the album 2Pacalypse Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп