In 1994, On his own label, Dope House Records, SPM released Hustle Town and Power Moves to local fame. Touring throughout Texas, SPM released The 3rd Wish and The Purity Album before moving to Universal Records for Time Is Money and Never Change. Some of South Park Mexican's most popular hits to date are "Mary-go-round," "Mexican Radio," "High So High," and "Peace Pipe".
SPM has also worked with, DJ Screw, fellow Latino artists Baby Bash, Merciless AKA Merc100Man and Juan Gotti.
South Park Mexican is currently incarcerated in the Texas prison system. On May 18th 2002, a Houston jury convicted him for aggravated sexual assault of a child; in June the same jury sentenced him to 45 years in prison. Coy testified that he did not assault the nine-year-old girl in question, who had spent the night at his house with his daughter Carley. Coy did, however,admit of having sex in 1993 with a 22-year-old woman who bore his child Jordan. He will be eligible for parole after he serves 22 1/2 years of his 45 year sentence and is currently pursuing an appeal.
SPM's latest album, The Last Chair Violinist was released on November 18th, 2009.
Anything Goes
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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South Park from the heart jump start
The game everybody in my hood selling
Crack cocane
[Hook]
On my block everything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come down like an avalanche (lanche)
[SPM] - [Verse 1]
Load the pieces widreeses watch out lo que me dices
I'm on the mic and Jaime's on the Alecis Dickie Crieses
Fucked all your nieces I eaten up for breakfast
They taste so delicious smoke fill rooms popping mushrooms
I feel like I'm inna mutherfucking cartoon sipping on Red Rum
You should join us a million haters and they still can't destroy us
On the mic I'm known to get it started cold hearted and half ass retarded
Dearly departed and those who god guarded
The young and the lost is who I'm trying to target
The Sergeant's narcotic's division is crocked
They found my bloody money and the mutherfucker's took it
Whoop this nigga and book this nigga
And they wonda why i such a Ruthless nigga
You can act like you can't hear me
I know your listening
I hear you talking out the pot that your pissing in
Street specialist respect my intelligence
I got gats that's made to drop elephants
[Hook]
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come down like an avalanche (lanche)
[SPM] - [Verse 2]
20 ounce Mountain Dew mix it with a 2
With my nephew smoking Pepe Le Pew
Talking about a dude we don't think is groovy
I'm gonna put him to bed like Sleeping Beauty
I told you once and I'll tell ya twice
But I'm not gonna say this three or four times
You boys want to play we don't runaway
Got damn i forgot what i was going to say
Something about 45's and Mac 11's
Desert Eagles and A K 47's
Slice your throat just like a goat
You boys can't see me with a microscope
Kick down your door and found your Snow
Smoking tough cause you hada fucking pound of Dro
After I jack all the birds in the kitchen
I hit the butt naked-n-go feed the pigeons
[Hook]
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come down like an avalanche (lanche)
[SPM] - [Verse 3]
Crack hotels digital scales
Platinum necklas laced on Rockells
Shine my jew-els buff my toe nails
Who kisses and tells beez who seez hell
Smoke like rasta watch the imposta
Who's at my door a fucking cookie monsta
Hasta la vista bon a patista
12 gauge shotie make your chest look like pizza
Call me Flintstone; Land of Bedrock
I bought 2 clubs and a fucking restaurant
Take a journey where the boys die early
45 underneath a niggas rocket jersey
Turn the table buck shot be fatal
Pigs hand cuffing my wrist to my ankle
Mira muchacha's it's all about the Raza
Burn my finger try to smoke a cucaracha
They prejudice that's why they don't play mexicans
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist
I started out with 100 tapes
If you wasn't down then get the fuck out my face
[Hook]
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
On my block anything goes (goes)
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come down like an avalanche (lanche)
The lyrics to South Park Mexican's song "Anything Goes" depict life on the streets of South Park, where anything and everything is possible. The song is centered around the idea of breaking the rules and living life to the fullest. The first verse talks about the artist's experience on the microphone and meeting women. The second verse is about guns and violence and how anyone who crosses his path could get hurt. The third verse discusses money, drugs, and the struggles of being Mexican-American in a prejudiced world.
Throughout the song, SPM uses a mix of English and Spanish, as well as slang and profanity, to create a raw and gritty tone that mirrors the street life he describes. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where drugs, violence, and sex are just another part of daily life. Despite the darkness and harshness of the words, SPM's flow adds a certain sense of playfulness and rhythm that keeps the song from being too bleak.
Overall, South Park Mexican's "Anything Goes" is a vivid and gritty portrayal of life on the streets. It tackles issues of race, violence, and drugs with a raw and honest touch, providing a glimpse into a world that most of us will never experience.
Line by Line Meaning
South Park from the heart jump start
Starting fresh from South Park, giving it your all
The game everybody in my hood selling Crack cocane
The only game in town is drug dealing
On my block everything goes (goes)
Anything is allowed on my block
Diamond rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Even jewelry on your toes is acceptable here
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Customizing your car with flashy candy-colored paint is the norm
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
No one on this block is looking for a rap battle
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
Even if someone wanted to battle you, they wouldn't stand a chance
I come down like an avalanche (lanche)
I'm a force to be reckoned with
Load the pieces widreeses watch out lo que me dices
Be careful what you say around me, I'm always armed
Fucked all your nieces I eaten up for breakfast
I'm promiscuous and enjoy sex with your family members
They taste so delicious smoke fill rooms popping mushrooms
I'm not only into sex, but drugs too
I feel like I'm inna mutherfucking cartoon sipping on Red Rum
Drugs make me feel invincible, like I'm in a cartoon, drinking bloody red rum
You should join us a million haters and they still can't destroy us
Despite the haters, we're still strong
On the mic I'm known to get it started cold hearted and half ass retarded
My raps are tough and edgy
Dearly departed and those who god guarded
Those who have passed away and are in God's care
The young and the lost is who I'm trying to target
I'm trying to relate to the younger generation who may feel lost or alienated
The Sergeant's narcotic's division is crocked
The police's Narcotics Division is corrupt
Whoop this nigga and book this nigga
I will violently take down my enemies and send them to jail
And they wonda why i such a Ruthless nigga
People wonder why I'm so ruthless
You can act like you can't hear me I know your listening
Even if someone pretends not to hear me, I know they are listening
I hear you talking out the pot that your pissing in
I hear you talking about things that you shouldn't
Street specialist respect my intelligence
Those who know the streets appreciate my intelligence
I got gats that's made to drop elephants
I have weapons that are formidable enough to take down large animals
20 ounce Mountain Dew mix it with a 2
I'm drinking a soda mixed with cough syrup
With my nephew smoking Pepe Le Pew
Smoking marijuana with my nephew
Talking about a dude we don't think is groovy
Disliking someone who we don't think is cool
I'm gonna put him to bed like Sleeping Beauty
I'm going to harm him, possibly even kill him
But I'm not gonna say this three or four times
I'm not going to repeat myself endlessly
Desert Eagles and AK 47's
I have powerful guns at my disposal
Slice your throat just like a goat
I will kill you in a gruesome way
You boys can't see me with a microscope
You're no match for me
Kick down your door and found your Snow
I will break into your house to steal your drugs
Smoking tough cause you hada fucking pound of Dro
You're acting tough because you have a lot of marijuana
After I jack all the birds in the kitchen
After I steal all the drugs in the kitchen
I hit the butt naked-n-go feed the pigeons
After I've stolen the drugs, I go outside to relax and feed birds
Crack hotels digital scales
Illegal drug activity is happening in hotels with digital scales
Shine my jew-els buff my toe nails
I'm flaunting my jewels and grooming myself
Who kisses and tells beez who seez hell
Nobody tells secrets, or they will be punished
Smoke like rasta watch the imposta
We smoke like Rastafarians, keeping an eye out for imposters
Who's at my door a fucking cookie monsta
Even someone as innocent-looking as the Cookie Monster could be at my door, you never know
Hasta la vista bon a patista
Saying goodbye and good riddance
12 gauge shotie make your chest look like pizza
I will use a shotgun to make a hole in your chest
Call me Flintstone; Land of Bedrock
I'm old-school, comparing myself to The Flintstones
I bought 2 clubs and a fucking restaurant
I'm successful, having bought two nightclubs and a restaurant
Take a journey where the boys die early
This is a dangerous lifestyle where people don't live long
45 underneath a niggas rocket jersey
I'm carrying a gun underneath my clothes
Turn the table buck shot be fatal
If someone tries to come after me, I will shoot them
Pigs hand cuffing my wrist to my ankle
The police have me securely handcuffed
Mira muchacha's it's all about the Raza
Hey girls, it's all about our heritage
Burn my finger try to smoke a cucaracha
I got burned trying to smoke a roach
They prejudice that's why they don't play mexicans
People are prejudiced against Mexicans, and exclude them from certain things
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist
I'm bragging about an inappropriate relationship with my receptionist
I started out with 100 tapes
I started my music career with many tapes, and worked my way up
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on Mexican Radio
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Angel
on Mexican Radio
The song "Mexican Radio" by South Park Mexican is an autobiographical song that reflects his journey from a street thug to a successful rapper. The song starts with him giving a shout out to his homies at the radio station, and then SPM brags about his success, like cruising in roll Cadillacs, smoking weed, and losing two grand shooting craps at a casino. He then talks about his old friend who is in jail and asks for his three kids to look after. He describes the friends routine in jail, "wake up at 5 AM for fruit loops, draped in white overalls and black boots". SPM talks about his life on the streets, from running around town with a sack of rocks to wearing matching polo shirts with socks. He promises his mom that he'll grow up someday and become an astronaut.
In the chorus, SPM proudly declares that he's on the Mexican radio and repeats it several times. The second verse starts with him talking about his dad, who represents Texas and how his haters are just jealous of his success. He then talks about hustling and making money through bird flipping, and how everybody knows that his back is not dry. He reveals that his life is like a tumbleweed, and he's trying to dodge death and jail. He also mentions his car's muffler falling out and how people laughed at him. In the third verse, SPM brags about his wealth, buying cribs on the side of lakes, and having a waterproof gun while swimming. He asks the reverend to pray for him when he dies, and he amusingly counts his car's TVs, which are 11. The song ends with SPM giving another shout out to his buddies and his signature sign off.