There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
“You're just mad he's your overseer at school
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
Yeah, I had a social worker 'coz I had some troubles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
I guess I'll head to Macy's an' bug out on Dillon
Come to think, your face look stink when Dill's around you
She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a Demon
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
I received a call from Misses Sick herself
Millie tried real hard to let this Hell not happen
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
Yo Millie, what's the problem? Lately you've been buggin'
Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
Around this time, the slammin' joint was 'Milk is Chillin''
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "Where is he?"
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
She wanted to talk serious, I said, “Go ahead, shoot"
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
Do all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling to
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
What's the deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
But when Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
He, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missle
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealin'
My machine had kicked to her, “Hey how ya doin'?”, “Sorry”
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel”
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Millie, a Brooklyn queen, originally from Philly
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
An' at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz Dill is really cool
“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”
An' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man
When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
