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De La Soul - Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa songtekst

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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
 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
 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
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

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Uitgegeven in: 2012

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)

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