[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