| Let’s take it back to the Maritimes Man
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| You can’t take yourself so serious
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| Do that thing you guys were doing
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| Fill your cup up and chug
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| Roll a joint up and get fucked
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| Ready for a kitchen party
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| Welcome to the Maritimes
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| I’m from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bagpipe
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| Known for the fiddle players, beer and out keg price
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| Known for Alexander Keiths and the donair
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| Home of the Mooseheads but I don’t really go there
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| We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
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| Smokes cost $ 10 a pack and
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| We always mix our tobacco with weed
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| It’s just the way it’s always been shit is natural to me So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
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| Let you people know what you never travel to see
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| We got battle MC’s, we got storytellers
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| And we got awful MC’s and corny motherfuckers
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| We got everything you wanna hear
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| Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta
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| R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock, Classical to Country
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| So many artist workin’but no one making money
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| Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence
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| Still Piegon Hole, as a farm or a fisher man
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| No major league teams, no baseball or hockey
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| No urban radio Just country and pop-beats
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| I’m trying to shake these stereo types
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| So give me space please, let me air out my life
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| I don’t even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster
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| Cant play the fiddle, and never was a logger
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| But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes
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| But Halifax Harbours like swimming in diseases
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| We only known for Anne &Green Gable
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| Coal mines to Blue Nose and P.E.I. |
| Potatoes
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| The Maritimes, its better then that
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| We livin’in the nether times so dead it with that
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| We got universal soul and buck 65 an The whole UCG and of course Classified
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| We got back burner, goo night, alpha flight, Lock Down
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| Mic Boyd, first word, tro biz and hell town
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| And a million other artist, trying to get there flow heard
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| And Let you know that we still workin’on these outskirts
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| We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion
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| Or maybe Anne Marie I know she’s Nova Scotian
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| A Hurricane Juan blowin from the ocean
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| Either way it goes I’m still reppin for my coast man
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| That’s how we do it down here
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| Least that’s how you think we do it down here
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| We all pile in the kitchen
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| Do it like this
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| Fill your cup up and chug
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| Roll a joint up and get fucked
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| Ready for a kitchen party
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| Welcome to the Maritimes
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| Welcome to the Maritimes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Maritimes , by - Classified. Song from the album While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп