You Gotta Move

You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
Oh, when my God gets ready
You gotta move, you gotta moveYou may be high, you may be low
You may be rich yeah, you may be poor
Brother when the Lord get ready
You gotta move, you gotta moveYes
You may be old, you may be young
You may be weak, maybe high-strung
Brother when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move, you gotta moveYou see dat woman who walks the street
You see dat cop man who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move, you gotta move, you got to, yeahYeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact
I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crack
It was one part sour, two parts sweet
Three parts strong and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself
Than to be crowded on a velvet cushionYou may be bad, you cannot see
You may be deaf, it's all meant to be
Now when the Lord get ready
You gotta move, you gotta moveYou gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, you got to know
When the good get ready
You gotta move, you gotta, you gotta moveYou gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta move