Crooks And Crimescenes

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice] The crooks are back with nothing but a green light Blame it on the three night benders and the cheap flights The puff, pass out and the re-light Blame it on broads and ball sports, we them eastside princes No prints are left at the scene We split the cash back at the pad n get high as my rent is While I was two timing on an island with a princess You were tool timing hiding behind your fences But even though we burnt the candle at the twin ends We still made time to put the flame to wax, ya get it? I did photography at uni, snapped a couple chicks like a bachelor and then got my bachelor in it Adit, hit em with everything we've got man I had to move out of the house and get back to business I met a lad that hit the trains with us years back He said hate the singsongs other than that we dig it Like where's your writtens at Jimmy gimme raw shit That leave in a minute bag another broad shit That all summer long strum another chord shit All aboard we'll be gone in a couple of minutes And isn't it funny that we ain't even in it for money Still we get paid of the shit that we coin Roll a j baby this is the joint, the return Burn one down for ya Sydney boys. I get up [Hook: Jimmy Nice] Everybody move, the whole place surrounded We ain't coming out, but we got our hands up See we've come too far to turn back now We shut it down, all cities stand up Sometimes the road don't rise to meet us And the wind ain't always at our backs But we keep our hands clean, no prints at the scene Still running but we cover our tracks One Dayers we're back, like crooks and crime scenes [Verse 2: Nick Lupi] They said: where you been Lupe, when you coming with the sophomore First shit was cool, we dug it but we want more Tell 'em we're busy and we're in it for the long haul But the truth is we blow our whole budget on tour Blow it on some kush, blow it out then once more Blow it on some blow with some mind blowing young broads I got the golden tonsils, fuck John Laws Bartender bringing the bottle back like an encore ..Clap clap applauding, we your compares Trying to break the chains off like Con Air Is this thing on? Yeah, yeah, we on air A gentleman, I still throw game like Cronje Still keep a healthy distrust For the laws they write to sit above Enough's never enough See I trust politicians bout as much as I trust myself With a brunette who doesn't give a fuck As much as I trust my man Jimmy with some paint Solo with some bud, or Diddy with a break And me, well I've never been fitted for a cape But still they hold me down in every city that I stay We back for the riders, the flat liners Black light the room, homie line 'em up I got the hood with me friar tuck The most pious of I-dub messiahs, light it up, I get up [Hook:] [Outro:] That's right, I said we're guilty as charged, boss Exile, 2010, we back It's like we left some, or better yet Like crooks and crimescenes