[{"id":24928920,"name":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","trackName":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa - Single","duration":249.289433,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa - Single\n  duration_ms: 249289\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"If you will suck my soul'\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 4350\n- text: I will lick your funky emotions\"\n  start_ms: 4350\n  end_ms: 21750\n- text: This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n  start_ms: 21750\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n  start_ms: 26660\n  end_ms: 29500\n- text: Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n  start_ms: 29500\n  end_ms: 32290\n- text: Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n  start_ms: 32290\n  end_ms: 34760\n- text: But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  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from Philly\n  Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n  Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n  But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n  Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n  Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n"},{"id":348510,"name":"Millie Pulled a Pistol On Santa","trackName":"Millie Pulled a Pistol On Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"De La Soul Is Dead","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he 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you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked 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cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, 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game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind 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that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a 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her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department 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lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 245467\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"If you will suck 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That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's 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Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n  Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n  Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n"},{"id":35982358,"name":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","trackName":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"De La Soul Is Dead","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"If you will suck my soul'\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 4350\n- text: I will lick your funky emotions\"\n  start_ms: 4350\n  end_ms: 21750\n- text: This 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mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and 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seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her 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Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her 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the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all 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Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give 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their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the 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from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"If you will suck my soul'\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 4350\n- text: I will lick your funky emotions\"\n  start_ms: 4350\n  end_ms: 21750\n- text: This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n  start_ms: 21750\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n  start_ms: 26660\n  end_ms: 29500\n- text: Complete with that 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246220\nplain: |-\n  \"If you will suck my soul\n  I will lick your funky emotions\"\n\n  This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n  But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n  Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n  Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n  Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n  But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded 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Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz 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Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: 'Timeless: The Singles Collection'\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"If you will suck my soul'\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 4350\n- text: I will lick your funky emotions\"\n  start_ms: 4350\n  end_ms: 21750\n- text: This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n  start_ms: 21750\n  end_ms: 23600\n- text: But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n  start_ms: 23600\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n  start_ms: 26660\n  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game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence 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Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a 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Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they 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could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n  Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n  Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n"},{"id":29610654,"name":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","trackName":"Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Original Album Series","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do 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Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Timeless: The Singles Collection","duration":257.2016384,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he 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you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.93] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:57.25] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.90] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.72] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:06.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, 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moka","duration":249.31265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions)\n\nThis is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie\nMillie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly\nAround this time the slammin' joint was \"Milk is Chillin'\"\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss her and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence the slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's\nThe deal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n(Know Dat)\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill, \"He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!\"\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] (If you will suck my soul\n[00:03.92] I will lick your funky emotions)\n[00:20.34] This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly\n[00:23.64] But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.21] Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly\n[00:29.25] Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly\n[00:31.68] Around this time the slammin' joint was \"Milk is Chillin'\"\n[00:34.63] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.26] Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.05] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.09] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:45.52] That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.76] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.47] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.45] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:56.76] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[00:59.40] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.07] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:04.83] (Know Dat)\n[01:06.00] (Know Dat)\n[01:07.58] (Know Dat)\n[01:08.75] (Know Dat)\n[01:10.22] (Know Dat)\n[01:11.70] (Know Dat)\n[01:13.15] (Know Dat)\n[01:15.51] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:18.77] On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:21.71] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.36] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.08] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:29.79] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:32.77] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:35.40] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:38.13] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:40.81] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:43.71] Child, ya got the best pops anyone could have\n[01:46.48] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:48.90] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:51.95] But when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain\n[01:54.85] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.55] And he would toss her and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:00.25] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:02.88] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence the slappin'\n[02:05.82] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's\n[02:08.23] The deal?)\n[02:08.73] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.49] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.14] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.11] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:19.82] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.53] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:24.68] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:27.87] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:30.75] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:33.70] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:36.03] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.47] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:41.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.35] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile\n[02:47.13] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:49.95] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:52.84] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:55.50] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.26] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:01.27] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:03.91] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:06.88] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:09.25] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.21] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:14.93] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:17.81] (Know Dat)\n[03:19.07] (Know Dat)\n[03:20.49] (Know Dat)\n[03:21.69] (Know Dat)\n[03:23.19] (Know Dat)\n[03:24.22] (Know Dat)\n[03:25.73] (Know Dat)\n[03:28.28] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:31.65] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.34] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:37.00] He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:39.99] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:42.62] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.58] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.25] She shouts to Dill, \"He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!\"\n[03:50.82] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.41] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:56.72] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.09] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.27] Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n[04:04.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: BLOG - motel del moka\n  duration_ms: 249313\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (If you will suck my soul\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: I will lick your funky emotions)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 20340\n- text: This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly\n  start_ms: 20340\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: Millie a Brooklyn Queen 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for a title that sounds silly\n  But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie\n  Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly\n  Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly\n  Around this time the slammin' joint was \"Milk is Chillin'\"\n  But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, 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style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n  (Know Dat)\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill, \"He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!\"\n  None of the kids could 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Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\ndeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:03.99] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:20.31] This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.22] Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly\n[00:29.29] Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly\n[00:31.66] Around this time, the slammin' joint was \"Milk is Chillin'\"\n[00:34.62] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.23] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cause I had some troubles\n[00:40.06] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:42.80] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:45.51] That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.74] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.30] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.14] I guess her father musta got the same feelin'\n[00:56.52] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[00:59.47] At the time no one knew, but it was a shame\n[01:01.91] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:04.83] (Know that)\n[01:06.02] (Know that)\n[01:07.53] (Know that)\n[01:08.61] (Know that)\n[01:10.24] (Know that)\n[01:11.78] (Know that)\n[01:13.10] (Know that)\n[01:15.58] Yo, Millie, what's the problem? Lately, you've been buggin'\n[01:18.78] On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:21.76] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.34] Now you're world-renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.09] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:29.74] He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?\n[01:32.71] You shouldn't flip on him 'cause Dill is really cool\n[01:35.49] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:38.15] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.02] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:43.72] Child, ya got the best pops anyone could have\n[01:46.44] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:48.98] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:51.94] But when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain\n[01:54.88] While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.54] And he would toss her and then would force her to give him headroom\n[02:00.34] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:02.99] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence the slappin'\n[02:05.59] (Yo, Dillon, man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?)\n[02:08.76] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.44] Of course, he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.12] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.13] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:19.86] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.55] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:24.85] My machine had kicked to her, \"Hey, how ya doin'?\" (Sorry)\n[02:28.10] I tried to call the honey, but her line was busy\n[02:30.76] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:33.61] I received a call from Missus Sick herself\n[02:36.29] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.46] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:41.48] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead, shoot\"\n[02:44.37] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile\n[02:47.12] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:49.92] That ain't a problem, but why would Millie need one?\n[02:52.87] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:55.56] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.24] Look, honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:01.26] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:03.91] He might breathe a blunt, but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:06.86] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:09.38] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.26] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.05] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:17.83] (Know that)\n[03:19.04] (Know that)\n[03:20.40] (Know that)\n[03:21.68] (Know that)\n[03:23.14] (Know that)\n[03:24.29] (Know that)\n[03:25.73] (Know that)\n[03:28.48] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:31.61] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.36] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:37.05] He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to mother\n[03:39.96] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:42.62] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is, \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.55] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.23] She shouts to Dill, \"He's off to Hell 'cause he's a demon!\"\n[03:50.82] None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n[03:53.44] All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n[03:56.70] Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n[03:59.00] Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n[04:02.21] Millie bucked him and with the quickness, it was over\n[04:04.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Is Dead\n  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Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n  Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n  Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n"},{"id":37090912,"name":"Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa","trackName":"Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Black Christmas Album Disk 2","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"If you will suck my soul\nI will lick your funky emotions\"\n\nThis is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\nBut nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\nMillie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\nComplete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\nAround this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\nBut even cooler was my social worker Dillon\nYeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\nAnyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\nHe'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\nThat's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\nShe had the curves that made you wanna take chances\nI mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\nI guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\nI mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\nAt the time no one knew but it was a shame\nThat Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\nYo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\nOn your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\nYou were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\nNow you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\nCome to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\nHe's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\nYou shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\nMatter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\nHe hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\nHe volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\nChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\nDillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\nYeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\nBut when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\nWhile she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\nAnd he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\nMillie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\nBut when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\nDeal?)\nI guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\nOf course he told us she was sick and we believed him\nAnd at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\nAnd as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\nHow off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\nWhen I got home, I found she had tried to call me\nMy machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\nI tried to call the honey but her line was busy\nI guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\nI received a call from Misses Sick herself\nI asked her how was she recoverin' her health\nShe said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\nShe wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\nShe claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\nWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\nThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\nShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\nRan some style about him pushin' on her privates\nLook honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\nThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\nHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\nYou're just mad he's your overseer at school\nNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel\nShe kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\nYeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\nMacy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\nAnd all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\nTime passes by as I wait for my younger brother\nHe as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\nAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\nI ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\nI give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\nShe shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\nNone of the kids could understand what was the cause\nAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\nDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\nDo all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\nMillie bucked him and with the quickness it was over","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] \"If you will suck my soul\n[00:04.35] I will lick your funky emotions\"\n[00:21.75] This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n[00:23.60] But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n[00:26.66] Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n[00:29.50] Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n[00:32.29] Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n[00:34.76] But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n[00:37.88] Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n[00:40.47] Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n[00:43.42] He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n[00:46.12] That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n[00:48.97] She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n[00:51.96] I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n[00:54.44] I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n[00:57.16] I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n[01:00.21] At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n[01:02.96] That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n[01:05.28] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n[01:19.36] On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n[01:22.15] You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n[01:24.83] Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n[01:27.54] Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n[01:30.30] He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n[01:33.18] You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n[01:37.14] Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n[01:37.79] He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n[01:41.43] He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n[01:44.18] Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n[01:47.21] Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n[01:50.16] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n[01:52.25] But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n[01:55.36] While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n[01:57.92] And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n[02:01.05] Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n[02:04.63] But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n[02:06.22] (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n[02:08.65] Deal?)\n[02:09.00] I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n[02:11.80] Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n[02:14.61] And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n[02:17.52] And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n[02:22.13] How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n[02:22.89] When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n[02:25.58] My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n[02:28.67] I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n[02:31.45] I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n[02:34.11] I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n[02:37.73] I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n[02:38.94] She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n[02:42.36] She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n[02:44.79] She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n[02:49.28] Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n[02:50.60] That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n[02:53.39] She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n[02:56.26] Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n[02:58.94] Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n[03:02.09] There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n[03:04.99] He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n[03:07.73] You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n[03:10.10] No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n[03:12.76] She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n[03:15.59] Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n[03:29.97] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n[03:32.19] And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n[03:34.94] Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n[03:38.80] He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n[03:40.61] As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n[03:44.09] I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n[03:45.91] I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n[03:48.72] She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n[03:51.20] None of the 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\"If you will suck my soul\n  I will lick your funky emotions\"\n\n  This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly\n  But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie\n  Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly\n  Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy\n  Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'\n  But even cooler was my social worker Dillon\n  Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles\n  Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles\n  He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races\n  That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces\n  She had the curves that made you wanna take chances\n  I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances\n  I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'\n  I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing\n  At the time no one knew but it was a shame\n  That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game\n\n  Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'\n  On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'\n  You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'\n  Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'\n  Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you\n  He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?\n  You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool\n  Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school\n  He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey\n  He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's\n  Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have\n  Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad\n  Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon\n  But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain\n  While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom\n  And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room\n  Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen\n  But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'\n  (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the\n  Deal?)\n  I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal\n  Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him\n  And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em\n  And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'\n  How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him\n  When I got home, I found she had tried to call me\n  My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)\n  I tried to call the honey but her line was busy\n  I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon\n  I received a call from Misses Sick herself\n  I asked her how was she recoverin' her health\n  She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute\n  She wanted to talk serious, I said, \"go ahead-shoot\"\n  She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal\n  Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol\n  That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one\n  She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one\n  Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates\n  Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits\n  There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip\n  He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip\n  You're just mad he's your overseer at school\n  No need to play him out like he's someone cruel\n  She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else\n  Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self\n\n  Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses\n  And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes\n  Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother\n  He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother\n  As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie\n  I ask her what's her problem, all she says is \"Where is he?\"\n  I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'\n  She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon\n  None of the kids could understand what was the cause\n  All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus\n  Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to\n  Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to\n  Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over\n"}]