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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 Brother when the Lord get ready You gotta move, you gotta move Yes 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 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, yeah 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 Than to be crowded on a velvet cushion You 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 move You gotta move, you gotta move You gotta move, you got to know When the good 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, you gotta move