Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough I'll be there on the double Ain't no mountain high enough Listen baby, ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low,

N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) Why the fuck not? Ma'am where inside the house are you cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma

Double talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in

There ain't no brakeman on this train We had our chance, it slipped away Don't call my name Watch what you're doing now Staring down the double line We're flowing off behind I never see your face no more I left you standing on the shore We made mistakes

Let me down I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just To you, that money My dreams, come true My life, in diamonds I ain't tellin' no lies, I just 5, 4, 3-2, let's talk, I got

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash System on blast, cops just pass Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennessey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big

It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time. He will try to make it so you lose. When you think you got good buddies, They will spin around and cheat you blind. Double crossing man is mean, Double crossing man, You'll fill your mind with

A double secret agent And he was paid to kill With cold steel magnum force is how the man possessed the skill He shot a man in Paris He did a job in L.A. And if the price was right, he'd surely Take your life away Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money,

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

I love you 'cause your deuces are wild, girl Like a double shot of lovin' so fine I've been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind I love to look into your big brown eyes They talk to me and seem to hypnotize You say