Angelique - Part Time Mutha lyrics

[Hook: scratched w/ minor variations: 2Pac & Poppi] She's a part time mutha [Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 speakin' of, in it Cindi loved to get buckwild f** with a smile single file she'll bust enough styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But f** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cause moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiendin' 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 b**h and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mother, I'm touched When moms come by, n***as 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Angelique] I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, every night, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feelin' on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest and yes I was nervous Was this a test? I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be b**hin' 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 cla**room Thinkin' how my step dad raped me in the bathroom Every day I make cla** and yet I'm missin' periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearin' it I gotta tell mom before she sees me I told her how he treated me and she didn't believe me Callin' me a s*ut cause my bu*t's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin' to your kids though I can't believe the way he caught her Got her believin' 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 [2Pac] I gotta live with a part time [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] 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 co*k 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 Cause 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 this in the first place So, I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream no more Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha And I change the diapers and clean the sh** The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha [Hook]