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.
Broadway
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
We rollin in the 'burban on them killa 22's
Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins
You can take Kelly's booty, I'ma do Kim's
Cops don't like me, not everyone agrees
I sag so low that my belts around my knees
My girls gettin' drunk and she's showin' me her nipples
23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack
Sunday afternoon, I put Mason on the map
'Cause the dopeman got em in a 6-4 drop
Sometimes I'm on elbow, sometimes I'm on chop
Dopehouse Clique, and we all got cloud
Peace to DJ Lobo and my homie Bill Styles
'Cause my posse's is on Broadway
I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga
Smoke fry with my nigga, shine with my nigga
I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Stay high with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
Hanging with my niggas in the Hillwood Grove
Chickens in my kitchen cookin' in my stove
Imagine I've been saggin' ever since I could walk
Been beggin' you to listen ever since I could talk
Double-in my money, even make it triple
I've never been a bum, but I'm beggin' for a nickel
Still dippin' sticks with a throwed ass bitch
Workin' those lips, but I don't mean a kiss
Roll with fuckin' killers, we all got straps
Walkin' through my hood with a woodgrain mac
Slip em in a coma, slangin' on my cut
It took a lot of work to get my block so crunk
'Cause my posse's on Broadway
I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga
Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga
On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga
Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
Now we back in population, we all got straps
Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs
The wheels keep turnin', I'm choppin' up the wind
I see the ladies lookin', they wanna jump in
Now the front ends hoppin' and the car begins to dance
My forty ounce bottle, is spillin' on my pants
Ridin' too deep, in the four-door '77
I'm tryin' to count my TV's, I think I got eleven
Now we all got love for the '63 Impala
Ruby is the short one, claimin' Guatemala
Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny
Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin' like a bunny
Bird's keep flyin', I feel like a Hawaiian
'Cause my backyard looks like an exotic island
Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left
I make a you-Turn, 'cause I'm Broadway to my death
'Cause my posse's on Broadway
I roll with my nigga, smoke with my nigga
Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga
Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga
Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga
Pop pills with my nigga, steal for my nigga
I'd kill for my nigga, feel my nigga
On wheels with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house y'all
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house y'all
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house!!
The lyrics to South Park Mexican's song Broadway depict a night out with his friends on Broadway Street in Houston, Texas. The lyrics describe the rapper and his friends picking up girls, smoking weed, and showing off their cars with souped-up sound systems. The song also contains a tribute to his friends and their loyalty to each other, using the N-word as a term of endearment.
The song presents a picture of living life on the edge, sliding between legal and illegal activities, living hard and having a blast doing it. South Park Mexican tells the story of being on Broadway with his friends, soaking up the street life, and living in the moment. The lyrics are filled with vivid details of the sights and sounds of the street, and the slang that is unique to this subculture.
Overall, Broadway is a song that pays tribute to a particular place and time. It harkens back to the days when the rapper could go out with his friends and tear up the town without a care in the world. The song celebrates friendship, camaraderie, and the joy of living life to the fullest.
Line by Line Meaning
Now we sleep all day and party all night
We have reversed our sleep schedule and now party at night, sleep during the day.
I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
I am going to get my friend from the Northside.
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
I am wearing a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and Nike shoes.
We rollin in the 'burban on them killa 22's
We are driving in a suburban car with 22-inch wheels.
Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins
We're going to the Southside to get two sets of twins.
You can take Kelly's booty, I'ma do Kim's
You can have Kelly, I'll have Kim.
Cops don't like me, not everyone agrees
The police don't like me, and not everyone else agrees.
I sag so low that my belts around my knees
I wear my pants so low that my belt is around my knees.
Bass be boomin', make the girls butts wiggle
The bass is booming, which makes the girls' butts wiggle.
My girls gettin' drunk and she's showin' me her nipples
My girlfriend is getting drunk and showing me her nipples.
23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack
I stop at 23rd and Sherman to buy drugs.
'Cause the dopeman got em in a 6-4 drop
The dope dealer has the drugs in a lowered 1964 Chevrolet Impala convertible.
Sometimes I'm on elbow, sometimes I'm on chop
I switch between sniffing cocaine and smoking marijuana.
Dopehouse Clique, and we all got cloud
My group, the Dopehouse Clique, all has drugs and is high.
Peace to DJ Lobo and my homie Bill Styles
Shoutout to DJ Lobo and my friend Bill Styles.
'Cause my posse's is on Broadway
My group is on Broadway.
I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga
I ride with my friend and would even lie for them.
Smoke fry with my nigga, shine with my nigga
I smoke drugs with my friend and have a good time with them.
I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga
I would die or cry for my friend.
Stay high with my nigga, my nigga
I stay high with my friend.
My Nigga
My friend.
Hanging with my niggas in the Hillwood Grove
I'm hanging out with my friends in Hillwood Grove.
Chickens in my kitchen cookin' in my stove
There are women in my kitchen cooking food on my stove.
Imagine I've been saggin' ever since I could walk
I have been wearing sagging pants since I was a young child.
Been beggin' you to listen ever since I could talk
I have been begging for people to listen to me since I was a young child.
Double-in my money, even make it triple
I make a lot of money.
I've never been a bum, but I'm beggin' for a nickel
I'm not broke, but I'm still begging for money.
Still dippin' sticks with a throwed ass bitch
I'm still smoking marijuana with an attractive woman.
Workin' those lips, but I don't mean a kiss
She is smoking marijuana and not actually kissing me.
Roll with fuckin' killers, we all got straps
I associate with dangerous people, and we all carry guns.
Walkin' through my hood with a woodgrain mac
I'm walking through my neighborhood with a coat that has a woodgrain pattern.
Slip em in a coma, slangin' on my cut
I sell drugs and can knock people out with them.
It took a lot of work to get my block so crunk
It has taken a lot of effort to make my neighborhood so lively.
'Cause my posse's on Broadway
My group is on Broadway.
I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga
I eat and sleep with my friend.
Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga
I cook beef and sneak around with my friend.
On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga
I go places and drink with my friend.
Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga
I carry guns with my friend.
My Nigga
My friend.
Now we back in population, we all got straps
We're back in an area with people and all carrying guns.
Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs
We are driving around in expensive trucks and cars.
The wheels keep turnin', I'm choppin' up the wind
We keep driving and enjoying the journey.
I see the ladies lookin', they wanna jump in
Women are attracted to us and want to join us.
Now the front ends hoppin' and the car begins to dance
The front of the car is bouncing up and down and is starting to dance.
My forty ounce bottle, is spillin' on my pants
My 40-ounce bottle of alcohol has spilled on my pants.
Ridin' too deep, in the four-door '77
There are too many people in the four-door 1977 car we're in.
I'm tryin' to count my TV's, I think I got eleven
I am trying to count the number of televisions I have, and I think I have eleven.
Now we all got love for the '63 Impala
We all love the 1963 Chevrolet Impala.
Ruby is the short one, claimin' Guatemala
There is a woman named Ruby who is short and claims to be from Guatemala.
Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny
There is a man named Bobby who is of mixed race, and people find him amusing.
Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin' like a bunny
There is someone following us in a Mercury Cougar, and the car is bouncing up and down like a bunny.
Bird's keep flyin', I feel like a Hawaiian
Birds keep flying around us, and I feel like I'm in Hawaii.
'Cause my backyard looks like an exotic island
My backyard looks like it's from an exotic island.
Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left
We're driving to Harrisburg and the party has ended.
I make a you-Turn, 'cause I'm Broadway to my death
I make a U-Turn because I want to stay on Broadway until I die.
'Cause my posse's on Broadway
My group is on Broadway.
I roll with my nigga, smoke with my nigga
I'm with my friend and smoking drugs.
Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga
I have sex with women and smoke drugs with my friend.
Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga
I buy clothes and throw things with my friend.
Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga
I cook drugs with my friend.
My Nigga
My friend.
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house y'all
We are in South Park and ready to party.
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house
We are in South Park.
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house y'all
We are in South Park and ready to party.
South Park's in the motherfuckin' house!!
We are in South Park and very excited.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CURTIS FITZGERALD WILLIAMS, JAMES TAYLOR, CLAYDES SMITH, GEORGE BROWN, ROBERT BELL, RONALD BELL
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Ben - Moderator
on Mexican Radio
Corrected - thanks Angel
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.