The Maritimes

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, let's take it back to the Maritimes, man You can't take yourself too serious Do that thing you guys were doing [Chorus] Fill your cup up and chug Roll a joint up and get fucked Ready for a kitchen party Welcome to the Maritimes Fill your cup up and chug Roll a joint up and get fucked Ready for a kitchen party Welcome to the Maritimes [Verse] I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bagpipe Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price Known for Alexander Keiths and the donair Home of the Mooseheads, but I don't really go there We pay a buck for a litre of gas (And) Smokes cost ten dollars a pack (Damn) We always mix our tobacco with weed It's just the way it's always done it, shit is natural to me So let me tackle the beat, and unravel the scene Let you people know what you never travel to see We got battle MCs, we got storytellers And we got awful MCs and corny motherfuckers We got everything you wanna hear Conscious to backpack Commercial to gangsta R&B to abstract Grunge to rock Classical to country So many artists workin' but no one makin' money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocents Still pigeonholed as a farmer or a fisherman No major league teams, baseball or hockey No urban radio, just country and pop beats I'm tryna shake these stereotypes So give me space, please, let me air out my life I don't even eat fish, shit, I never tried lobster Can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger (But I swam in clean lakes) Yeah, and enjoyed cool breezes But Halifax Harbour's like swimming in diseases We only known for Anne of Green Gables Coal mines, the Bluenose, and P.E.I. potatoes The Maritimes, it's better then that We livin' in another time, so dead it with that We got Universal Soul (And) Buck 65 (And) The whole UCG (And) Of course Classified We got Backburner, Goo Night, Alpha Flight, Lock Down Mic Boyd, First Words, Trobiz and Helltown And a million other artists, tryna get their flow heard And let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion Or maybe Anne Murray, I know she's Nova Scotian Or Hurricane Juan blowing from the ocean Either way it goes I'm still repping for my coast, man [Chorus] Fill your cup up and chug Roll a joint up and get fucked (That's how we do it down here) Ready for a kitchen party (Least that's how you think we do it down here) Welcome to the Maritimes (We all pile in the kitchen) Fill your cup up and chug (Do it like this) Roll a joint up and get fucked Ready for a kitchen party Welcome to the Maritimes [Outro] Welcome to the Maritimes