Cla**ified - 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 [Hook] Fill your cup up and chug Roll a joint up and get f**ed 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 $10 a pack and we always mix our tobacco with weed It's just the way it's always done it, sh**'s 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 motherf**ers We got everything you wanna hear Conscious to backpack, commercial to gangsta R&B to abstract, grunge to rock, cla**ical to country So many artists workin' but no one making money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocents Still pigeonholed as a farmer or a fisherman No major league teams, no baseball or hockey No urban radio, just country and pop beats I'm trying to shake these stereotypes So give me space please, let me air out my life I don't even eat fish, sh**, I never tried lobster Can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger But I swam in clean lakes, 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 Cla**ified We got Backburner, Goo Night, Alpha Flight, Lock Down Mic Boyd, First Words, Trobiz and Helltown And a million other artists, trying to 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 [Hook] Fill your cup up and chug Roll a joint up and get f**ed Ready for a kitchen party Welcome to the Maritimes [Outro] That's how we do it down here Least that's how you think we do it down here We all pile in the kitchen Do it like this Welcome to the Maritimes