| Lyrics: Im from the east coast of canada, Home of the bag pipe Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price Known for alexander keiths and the donair Home of the mooseheads but i dont really go there We pay a buck for a litre of gas AND Smokes cost ten dollars a pack DAMN we always mix our tabacco with weed it's just the way we always done it, shit its natural to me so let me tackle beat then arrive on the scene, and let you people kow what you never travel to see we got battle MC's we got story tellers and we got awful mc's, corny motherfuckers we got everything you wanna hear, consious to backpack comercial to gangsta, R&B to abstact, grundge to rock, classical to country, so many artists workin' but no one makin money welcome to the east coast home of the innocent still pigeon hold is a form or a fisherman no major league teams, baseball or hockey no urban radio, just country and pop beats im trying to shake these stereo types so give me space please let me arrow my life, i dont even eat fish, shit i never tried lobster can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger (wanna swim in clean lakes) yeah and enjoy cool breezes but halifax harbour is like swimming in diseases we only known for anne of green gables coal mines, the bluenose and pei potatoes, the maritimes is better than that we livin' in another time so dead or without we got universal soul AND buck 65 AND the whole ctg AND of course classified we got backburner, goodnight, alpha flight,lockdown ... |
