Текст песни De La Soul - Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa
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"If you will suck my soulI will lick your funky emotions"This is the stylin` for a little that sounds sillyBut nothin` silly about triflin` times of MillieMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billyAround this time, the slammin` joint was Milk is Chilin`But even cooler was my social worker DillonYeah, I had a social worker `cuz I had some troublesAnyone who`d riff on me, I`d pop their dome like bubblesHe`d bring me to his crib to watch my favorite racesThat`s how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite facesShe had the curves that made you wanna take chancesI mean on her, man, I`d love to make advancesI guess her father must `a got the same feelin`I mean, actually findin` his own daughter Millie appealingAt the time no one knew but it was a shameThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy gameYo 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 youHe`s your father-what done happen-did he ground you?You shouldn`t flip on him `cuz Dill is really coolMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the schoolHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the LaceyHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy`sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could haveDillon`s cool, super hip, you should be gladYeah, it seemed that Santa`s ways were parallel with DillonBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villainWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroomAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head roomMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happenBut 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 thedeal?)I guess he was givin` Millie`s bruises time to healOf course he told us she was sick and we believed himAnd at the department store as Santa we would see `emAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin`How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock himWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call meMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin` (sorry)I tried to call the honey but her line was busyI guess I`ll head to Macy`s and bug out on DillonI received a call from Misses Sick herselfI asked her how was she recoverin` her healthShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minuteShe wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missalWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain`t a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin` on her privatesLook honey, I don`t care if you kick five fitsThere`s no way that you can prove to me that Dill`s flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn`t ripYou`re just mad he`s your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he`s someone cruelShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere elseYeah, whatever you say, go for ya selfMacy`s department store, the scene for Santa`s kissesAnd all the little brats demandin` all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I`m jettin`, Millie floats in like a zombieI 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 demonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin` a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn`t mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling toMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over