Testi musica canzoni

(cutting and scratching)

She's a part time

a part time

part time

She's a (part time mutha)

A part time

A part time

part time

She's a (part time mutha)

Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the
dope track

Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac

Now what's that say about, this big epidemic

This hypocritical world, and the people in it

Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff
styles

That would be cool, if she was your lover

But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother

Welfare checks never stepped through the front
door

Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more

All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal

Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel

So don't even trip, when I flip, with my
thirty-eight

Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder
rate

Word to the mutha, I'm touched

When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed

Maybe one day she'll recover

But what will it take, to shake, or break

My part time mutha

I gotta live with a part time

A part time

A part time

She's a (part time mutha)

A part time

A part time

She's a (part time mutha)

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

He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my
dress

Just another pest, and yes I was nervous

Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this

I wanna tell mom, but would she listen

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix
in

So... now I lay me down to sleep

Lord don't let him rape me

If he does my soul to keep

Don't let the devil take me

Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom

Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom

Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing
periods

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

I can't believe the way you call it

Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter

Time for me to break and find another

That's when I discovered

The ways of the days of a part time mutha

I got a part time

A part time

A part time

She's a (part time mutha)

Part time

A part time

A part time mutha

She's a (part time mutha)

I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her

She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her

I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot

She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so
strong

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

The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent

All of my time gets spent at the workplace

No time to kiss her got me list in the first
place

So I do the dishes and clean the floor

When I sleep I can't dream anymore

Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha

And I, change the diapers and clean the shit

The tables are turned I can't take this

Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha

A part time

A part time mutha

Now I'm a part time mutha

I'm a (part time mutha)

A part time

A part time

Part time

Now I'ma (part time mutha)

She's a part time

A part time mutha

He's a part time mutha

She's a (part time mutha)

A part time

A part time

A part time

Part time mutha

A part time

A part time mutha

Pa-pa-pa-part time

Pa-pa-pa-part time...