[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

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Two swirl letters together, no better
You was at the crime scene, screamin, "I ain't do it"
Two swirl letters together, no better
You was at the crime scene, screamin, "I ain't do it"

[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 the 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

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[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