Crooks And Crimescenes

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]
Yeah
The crooks are back with nuttin' 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 and get high as my rent is (Uh)
While I was two-timing on an island with a princess (Haha)
You were tool timing, hiding behind your fences
And even though we burnt the candle at the twin ends
Still made time to put the flame to wax, ya get it? (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 got, man (Uh)
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"
Where's your writtens at, Jimmy? Gimme raw shit (Yeah)
Leave in a minute, bag another broad shit (Yeah)
"All Summer Long" strum another chord shit (Yeah)
All aboard, we'll be gone in a matter of minutes (Let's go)
And isn't it funny that we ain't even in it for money
Still, we get paid off the shit that we coin
Roll a J, baby, this is the joint, the return (Uh)
Burn one down for ya Sydney boys, [?], I get up

[Pre-Chorus]
"Two swirl letters together, none better"
"You was at the crime scene, screamin', 'I ain't do it!'"
"Put the two swirl letters together, none better"
"You was at the crime scene, screamin', 'I ain't do it!'"

[Chorus: Nick Lupi]
Everybody move, the whole place surrounded
We ain't coming out, but we got our hands up
See, we 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 back
[?] like crooks and crime scenes

[Verse 2: Nick Lupi, Jimmy Nice]
They said:
Where you been Lup'? When you coming with the soph'more?
First shit was cool, we dug it, but we want more (We want more)
Tell 'em we busy, and we in it for the long haul
But truth is we blow our whole budget on tour
Blow it on some kush, blow it out, then once more (Uh)
Blow it on some blow with some mind-blowing young broads (Uh)
I got the golden tonsils, fuck John Laws
Bartender bringing a bottle back like a encore (So bring it back)
Clap, clap, applaud, and we your compares
Tryna 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 (Wassup?)
As much as I trust my man Jimmy with some paint (Uh)
Solo with the bud (Yeah), or Diddy with a break
And me, well, I never been fitted for a cape
But they [?] me down in every city that I stay
We back for the riders (Yeah), the flatliners
Blacklight 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

[Pre-Chorus]
"Two swirl letters together, none better"
"You was at the crime scene, screamin', 'I ain't do it!'"
"Put the two swirl letters together, none better"
"You was at the crime scene, screamin', 'I ain't do it!'"

[Chorus: Nick Lupi]
Everybody move, the whole place surrounded
We ain't coming out, but we got our hands up
See, we 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 back
(Like what?) [?] like crooks and crime scenes

[Outro: Jimmy Nice]
That's right, I said we guilty as charged, boss
Exile, 2010, we back
It's like we left something
Or better yet
Like crooks and crime scenes
You dig?