De La Soul - Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa lyrics

"If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions"

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 happendid
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 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 her 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 the 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 fit's
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