Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa

Album: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)
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  • This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
    But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
    Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly
    Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
    Around this time the slammin' joint was "Milk is Chillin'"
    But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
    Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
    Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
    He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
    That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces
    She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
    I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
    I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
    I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
    At the time no one knew but it was a shame
    That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

    Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'
    On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
    You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
    Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
    Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you
    He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
    You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool
    Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
    He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
    He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
    Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
    Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad

    Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
    But when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain
    While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
    And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room
    Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
    But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
    (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's
    The deal?)
    I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
    Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
    And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
    And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
    How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
    When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
    My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)
    I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
    I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon

    I received a call from Misses Sick herself
    I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
    She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
    She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
    She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile
    Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
    That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
    She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
    Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
    Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
    There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
    He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
    You're just mad he's your overseer at school
    No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
    She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
    Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self

    Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
    And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
    Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
    He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
    As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
    I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
    I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
    She shouts to Dill, "He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!"
    None of the kids could understand what was the cause
    All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
    Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
    Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
    Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over Writer/s: David Jolicoeur, George Jr. Clinton, Grace Cook Hazel, Kelvin Mercer, Paul E. Huston, Vincent Mason
    Publisher: Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Word Collections Publishing
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