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 move

You may be high

You may be low

You may be rich... yeah

You may be poor

But when the Lord get ready

You gotta move

You gotta move

Huh Huh... ooww...

Yes...

You may be old

You may be young

You may be weak

Maybe high-strung

But when the good Lord get ready

You gotta move

You gotta move

You 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... ooww

Yeah 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

Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion

You may be bad

You can not see

You may be deaf

It's all meant to be

Now when the Lord get ready

You gotta move

You gotta move

You gotta move

You gotta move

You gotta move

You got to know

When the good get ready

You gotta move

Huh huh... you gotta

You gotta move...

You gotta move

You gotta move...