"If you will suck my soul

I will lick your funky emotions"

This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly

But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie

Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly

Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly billy

Around this time the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'

But even cooler was my social worker Dillon

Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles

Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races

That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces

She had the curves that made you wanna take chances

I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances

I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'

I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing

At the time no one knew but it was a shame

That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'

On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'

You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'

Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'

Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you

He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?

You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool

Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school

He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey

He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's

Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have

Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad

Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon

But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain

While she sl