You Gotta Move

You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move Whoah when my God gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You may be high You may be low You may be rich You may be poor Brother when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You may be old You may be young You may be weak You may be high strung Brother when the good Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You see that woman Who walks the street You see that cop, man Who walks his beat But when the Lord get ready You gotta move You gotta move I was hanging with the devil when we made a pact Drinking welfare whiskey, smokin food stamp crack It was one part sour, 2 parts sweet, 3 part strong, 4 parts weak I would rather sit on a pumpkin And have it all to myself Than to be crowded on a velvet cushion You may be blind You cannot see You may be deaf It's all meant to be When the Lord get ready You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move When God get ready You gotta move You gotta... You gotta move... You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta... You gotta...