作词 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
MillieMillie, a
Brooklyn queen, originally from
PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
Around this time, the slammin' joint was '
Milk is Chillin''
But even cooler was my social worker
DillonYeah,
I had a social worker 'coz
I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me,
I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter
Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man,
I'd love to make advances
I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter
Millie appealin'
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
Yo Millie, what's the problem?
Lately you've been buggin'
On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
Come to think, your face look stink when
Dill's around you
He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz
Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the
LaceyHe volunteered to play old
Santa Claus at
Macy'sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
Yeah, it seemed that
Santa's ways were parallel with
DillonBut when
Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this
Hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man,
Millie's been out of school for a week, man
What's the deal?
I guess he was givin'
Millie's bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department store as
Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home,
I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her, “
Hey how ya doin'?”, “
Sorry”I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to
Macy's an' bug out on
DillonI received a call from
Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious,
I said, “Go ahead, shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin' on her privates“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fitsThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”“You're just mad he's your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kissesAn' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "
Where is he?"I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling toMillie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
[00:00.67] 作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
[00:01.35]If you will suck my soul
[00:07.77]I will lick your funky emotions
[00:20.82]This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
[00:23.61]But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
[00:25.65]MillieMillie, a
[00:26.85]Brooklyn queen, originally from
[00:28.35]PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
[00:31.86]Around this time, the slammin' joint was '
[00:33.51]Milk is Chillin''
[00:34.32]But even cooler was my social worker
[00:36.60]DillonYeah,
[00:37.50]I had a social worker 'coz
[00:38.91]I had some troubles
[00:40.20]Anyone who'd riff on me,
[00:41.31]I'd pop their dome like bubbles
[00:42.93]He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
[00:45.75]That's how his daughter
[00:46.65]Millie become one of my favorite faces
[00:48.54]She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
[00:51.30]I mean on her, man,
[00:52.41]I'd love to make advances
[00:54.09]I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
[00:56.49]I mean, actually findin' his own daughter
[00:58.38]Millie appealin'
[00:59.70]At the time no one knew but it was a shame
[01:02.01]That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
[01:16.14]Yo Millie, what's the problem?
[01:17.40]Lately you've been buggin'
[01:19.05]On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
[01:21.66]You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
[01:24.39]Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
[01:27.24]Come to think, your face look stink when
[01:28.83]Dill's around you
[01:30.15]He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
[01:32.85]You shouldn't flip on him 'coz
[01:34.02]Dill is really cool
[01:35.61]Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
[01:38.22]He hooked up a trip to bring us all the
[01:40.17]LaceyHe volunteered to play old
[01:42.30]Santa Claus at
[01:43.02]Macy'sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
[01:46.68]Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
[01:49.17]Yeah, it seemed that
[01:49.89]Santa's ways were parallel with
[01:51.42]DillonBut when
[01:52.62]Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
[01:54.99]While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
[01:57.66]An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room
[02:00.51]Millie tried real hard to let this
[02:02.01]Hell not happen
[02:03.21]But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
[02:05.73]Yo Dillon, man,
[02:06.48]Millie's been out of school for a week, man
[02:08.10]What's the deal?
[02:08.82]I guess he was givin'
[02:09.72]Millie's bruises time to heal
[02:11.40]Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
[02:14.28]An' at the department store as
[02:15.69]Santa we would see 'em
[02:16.95]An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
[02:19.77]How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
[02:22.53]When I got home,
[02:23.37]I found she had tried to call me
[02:24.90]My machine had kicked to her, “
[02:26.22]Hey how ya doin'?”, “
[02:27.18]Sorry”I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
[02:30.90]I guess I'll head to
[02:31.71]Macy's an' bug out on
[02:32.88]DillonI received a call from
[02:34.89]Misses Sick herself
[02:36.45]I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
[02:38.52]She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
[02:41.88]She wanted to talk serious,
[02:43.23]I said, “Go ahead, shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin' on her privates“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fitsThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”“You're just mad he's your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kissesAn' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "
[03:44.82]Where is he?"I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling toMillie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
MillieMillie, a
Brooklyn queen, originally from
PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
Around this time, the slammin' joint was '
Milk is Chillin''
But even cooler was my social worker
DillonYeah,
I had a social worker 'coz
I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me,
I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter
Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man,
I'd love to make advances
I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter
Millie appealin'
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
Yo Millie, what's the problem?
Lately you've been buggin'
On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
Come to think, your face look stink when
Dill's around you
He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz
Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the
LaceyHe volunteered to play old
Santa Claus at
Macy'sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
Yeah, it seemed that
Santa's ways were parallel with
DillonBut when
Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this
Hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man,
Millie's been out of school for a week, man
What's the deal?
I guess he was givin'
Millie's bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department store as
Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home,
I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her, “
Hey how ya doin'?”, “
Sorry”I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to
Macy's an' bug out on
DillonI received a call from
Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious,
I said, “Go ahead, shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin' on her privates“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fitsThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”“You're just mad he's your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kissesAn' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "
Where is he?"I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling toMillie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
[00:00.67] 作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Clinton/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/G. Cook
[00:01.35]If you will suck my soul
[00:07.77]I will lick your funky emotions
[00:20.82]This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
[00:23.61]But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
[00:25.65]MillieMillie, a
[00:26.85]Brooklyn queen, originally from
[00:28.35]PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
[00:31.86]Around this time, the slammin' joint was '
[00:33.51]Milk is Chillin''
[00:34.32]But even cooler was my social worker
[00:36.60]DillonYeah,
[00:37.50]I had a social worker 'coz
[00:38.91]I had some troubles
[00:40.20]Anyone who'd riff on me,
[00:41.31]I'd pop their dome like bubbles
[00:42.93]He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
[00:45.75]That's how his daughter
[00:46.65]Millie become one of my favorite faces
[00:48.54]She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
[00:51.30]I mean on her, man,
[00:52.41]I'd love to make advances
[00:54.09]I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
[00:56.49]I mean, actually findin' his own daughter
[00:58.38]Millie appealin'
[00:59.70]At the time no one knew but it was a shame
[01:02.01]That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
[01:16.14]Yo Millie, what's the problem?
[01:17.40]Lately you've been buggin'
[01:19.05]On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
[01:21.66]You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
[01:24.39]Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
[01:27.24]Come to think, your face look stink when
[01:28.83]Dill's around you
[01:30.15]He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
[01:32.85]You shouldn't flip on him 'coz
[01:34.02]Dill is really cool
[01:35.61]Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
[01:38.22]He hooked up a trip to bring us all the
[01:40.17]LaceyHe volunteered to play old
[01:42.30]Santa Claus at
[01:43.02]Macy'sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
[01:46.68]Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
[01:49.17]Yeah, it seemed that
[01:49.89]Santa's ways were parallel with
[01:51.42]DillonBut when
[01:52.62]Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
[01:54.99]While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
[01:57.66]An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room
[02:00.51]Millie tried real hard to let this
[02:02.01]Hell not happen
[02:03.21]But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
[02:05.73]Yo Dillon, man,
[02:06.48]Millie's been out of school for a week, man
[02:08.10]What's the deal?
[02:08.82]I guess he was givin'
[02:09.72]Millie's bruises time to heal
[02:11.40]Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
[02:14.28]An' at the department store as
[02:15.69]Santa we would see 'em
[02:16.95]An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
[02:19.77]How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
[02:22.53]When I got home,
[02:23.37]I found she had tried to call me
[02:24.90]My machine had kicked to her, “
[02:26.22]Hey how ya doin'?”, “
[02:27.18]Sorry”I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
[02:30.90]I guess I'll head to
[02:31.71]Macy's an' bug out on
[02:32.88]DillonI received a call from
[02:34.89]Misses Sick herself
[02:36.45]I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
[02:38.52]She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
[02:41.88]She wanted to talk serious,
[02:43.23]I said, “Go ahead, shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin' on her privates“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fitsThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”“You're just mad he's your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kissesAn' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "
[03:44.82]Where is he?"I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling toMillie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over