(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).
Verse 1
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 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.
Chorus
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).
Verse 2
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 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.
Chorus
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).
Verse 3
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 dipers and clean the shit. The tables are turned I can't take this. Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha.
Outro
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. A part time. Part time. Now I'm a (part time mutha). She's a part time. A part time mutha, She'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-pa-part time...
