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.
Follow My Lead
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)
[Second Verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
I come through with the blue Coug
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Little Christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'
Got a line and he went fishin'
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
Representing of the way Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
Chevy on perely
Nigga I be sippin' lean
And I'm counting green
'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
Chorus
[Third Verse]
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
Momma mad, 'cause I just just failed my piss test
Brain deader than a door knob
This is, for my road dog
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
The one to put a dope house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
My door got kicked in once before
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
I put holes up in they asses
Broke em' like some glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
Chorus
The song "Follow My Lead" by South Park Mexican features three verses packed with bravado and boasts, all delivered in his distinct southern drawl. The first verse introduces the rapper's monikers and boasts of his ability to make money, flipping through channels without losing convulsions even under the influence of marijuana. The second verse brags about his wealth, claiming he smokes on dank in the Bahamas while dressed in Versace pajamas. In the final verse, he boasts about his sexual prowess and toughness, threatening to put holes in his enemies' asses and go deep into their intestines. The song's chorus is a confident challenge for others to follow his lead, but also a warning to do as he says, not as he does.
Overall, "Follow My Lead" is a typical gangsta rap song with themes of wealth, power, and sex. The lyrics are filled with slang and portmanteaus, making them somewhat difficult to interpret without context or familiarity with the rapper's style. However, the song is a testament to South Park Mexican's skill as a rapper, particularly his ability to flow over the beat and deliver confident, hard-hitting verses.
Line by Line Meaning
Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
I go by Baby Beesh and I make my money quickly
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
I'm powerful and unstoppable, smoking a type of marijuana called pearl
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
I have a classic, old school style like Marlon Brando
Squares don't understando
People who are not cool like me don't understand
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
I'm smooth like a piano player when I'm changing channels on TV
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
Don't make me laugh so hard that I lose control and start choking
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
I'm smoking weed and flipping over expensive cars
Getting' Jags and Testerosas
I'm receiving luxury cars like Jaguars and Testerosas
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
I am always high and never sober, with my Motorola phone and Coca-Cola drinks
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
I am so popular with girls that they make love to a poster of me
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
I have a cool attitude and never have empty pockets
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
I am committed to smoking marijuana and don't want drama in my life
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I am both a player with the ladies and a natural money-maker
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
I make money by selling weed and a drug called snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
I can turn a good girl into a sinner
Puttin' inches all up in her
I am having sex with her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I got her high on drugs and now she's making money for me
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
I'm a gold digger and I will break into your house to get what I want
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Don't try to resist me, just give in and let me have what I want
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)
Do what I tell you to do, not what I actually do
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)
Follow my instructions like it's an emergency
I remember way back in the day
I remember a long time ago
I used to get spankings from my momma
My mom used to punish me physically
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
Now I am smoking high-quality marijuana called dank
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
I'm rich enough to afford designer pajamas from Versace in the Bahamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
Girls like me and think I'm attractive
I come through with the blue Coug
I am driving a blue Cougar car
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
And I'm thinking about upgrading to a more luxurious car like a Lexus limousine
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
I'm driving in three lanes of traffic to show off my jewelry
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
My pinky ring is so shiny it will blind people
'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
It's my moment to shine, I have my girlfriend with me, and I will have sex with her twice
Right in your spine
I will shoot you in your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Every time you criticize my music
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
I will physically beat you up
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
And you will listen to my rhymes again and appreciate them
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Drink alcohol like me and you will feel good like I do
Little Christian on a mission
I am a believer of Christian faith with a goal
But listen he gaining recognition
And I am starting to get famous
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'
My car, Ford Expedition, will shine
Got a line and he went fishin'
I have a drug connection and got drugs from him
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
Take notice of the way I pronounce Louisiana
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
I am smoking big joints of marijuana
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
I have more money than the lottery
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian
I am the special one, the Christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
I'm lucky to be alive outside of the Yukon state
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
I'm driving with 4 wheels and selling prostitutes
Representing of the way Houston
I am representing my city, Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
People aren't ready for my success in a Chevy SS car model
Chevy on perely
Chevy car is riding on a bumpy road
Nigga I be sippin' lean
I am drinking cough syrup mixed with soda
And I'm counting green
And I am counting my money
'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
Because I am all about getting my cash
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I promise this song is really tough and intense
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
I won a competition for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
I have a gold medal and live a shady lifestyle
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
I am a great ice hockey player and fighter
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
I am at my best when under pressure and smoking marijuana
Momma mad, 'cause I just failed my piss test
My mother is upset because I failed a drug test
Brain deader than a door knob
I am not very intelligent
This is, for my road dog
This song is dedicated to my loyal friend
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
After getting released from prison, I help my friend to get a blowjob
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
I'm very sneaky and tactical on the streets
The one to put a dope house
I create a drug selling house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
I am sorry but I can't help myself
My door got kicked in once before
My door was broken once before
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
And I am sure they won't be dumb enough to do it again
I put holes up in they asses
I injured them severely
Broke em' like some glasses
I broke them easily
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
They were falling like my pants are
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
I can answer your questions, while being high with some Mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
I will kidnap your girl and have sex with her deeply.
Chorus
My message is to follow my lead and do as I say
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, JUSTIN KEITH HENDERSON, CHRISTOPHER JOHN WHITACRE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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.