Lyrics
Oh Lord!
Gimme that God Almighty
That good old Gospel
That old school doctrine
Oh Lord!
Gimme that truth for the body
Ain't nothing new about it
But it's still full of power
Now church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap
Gimme dat, church mother in they church hat, clap
Man that Shug Avery Color Purple coming back, clap uhh
When that whole week beat you up and stress ya
But you hear that organ playing it remind ya of ya blessings
And on another note, she just hit another note
Chills down my spine, got me crying, make me over Lord
You don't know about us though, old school church hymms
Deacons get to humming now the drummer finna burst in
(Lordy, Lordy, Lord!) Can you hear me now
Church clothes sweaty, you don't care you just get it now
Testify, how we made martyrs outta these fathers
And rose up all of his daughters to glorify Him with honor
Man I swear I saw Miss Jones with her hair did
Now its flying everywhere she don't care what her head did
She an heir, yea
Caught up in the air, yea
Probably why she clapping like Jesus just hear her prayer, yeah
Oh Lord!
Gimme that God Almighty
That good old Gospel
That old school doctrine
Oh Lord!
Gimme that truth for the body
Ain't nothing new about it
But it's still full of power
Now church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap
I wanna be the type of dude to get the Lord on his feet
I wanna do the type of shows that the Lord wanna see
And what I mean, if I could make the whole church clap