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(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
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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
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Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
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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
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So... now I lay me down to sleep
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Lord don't let him rape me
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If he does my soul to keep
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Don't let the devil take me
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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
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I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
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I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
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Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
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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
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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
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Is this just how it is hell no
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Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
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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...
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Part Time Mutha
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Tupac Shakur |