Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

"If you will suck my soul 

I will lick your funky emotions" 

This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly 

But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie 

Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly 

Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy 

Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin' 

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 become 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 

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Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' 

On your dukie 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 him, 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 missal 

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 

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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 as 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