“That’s How He Gitcha”
music by The Soular System
words by Rev. Desmond D’Angelo
copyright 2002
It’s comin’ to pass
U better watch your ass
It’s comin’ to pass
U better watch your ass
Aboard the freight of twisted fate
Was a lucky cat named Ron
The vacuum of luck began to suck
Until his luck was gone
See, Ron played guitar an’ sang at the bar
Until 1 fateful day
A man in a suit came and sat in a booth
An’ he like the way Ron played
He came to Ron with a big smile on
And a contract in his hand
And Ron couldn’t say no to a sack of gold
And the premise of the promised land
hook: He shook hands with the Devil
Ready to move to the next level
He sold his soul + creative control
Enslaved with gold chains
Unaware of the malevolence
And the industry welcomed a new zombie
It’s comin’ to pass
U better watch your ass
It’s comin’ to pass
U better watch your ass
Ron addressed his new success
With a couple bottles of champagne
And started smokin’ that smoke and tootin’ that coke
And puttin’ paisley stains on his veins
He started buyin’ more cars than he had guitars
And just flushin’ money down the drain
Premature immaculation had made him a star
Like all aboard that freight train
High + mighty, singin’ an’ dancin’ for Whitey (4x)
o-e-o, o-e-o, sign the papers (4x)
u get the gold, u get the gold, u get the gold + I’ll take your soul
But fame + fortune when your soul is scorchin’
Unfortunately don’t ease the hurt
U can fix it so the bruises don’t show
But only long enough to pose for a t-shirt
On MTV is where he wanted to be
And the belly of the Beast, it did allow
But the end of the story leaves Ron with no glory
Only VH-1 knows where he is now
hook
An’ like my grandmamma usta say,
“That’s how the Devil gitcha-
U let Him ride, He’s gonna wanna drive…”