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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
    YesYou 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
  • 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
    YesYou 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