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.
I Must Be High
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and fucking high
I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my word
I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
I'm a park and scrape the curve
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
Fuck 'em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like what, the damn Whitney
I'm a get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em and I fed 'em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let 'em when I see 'em I'm gonna wet 'em
Shut 'em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
The lyrics of South Park Mexican's song "I Must Be High" depict the singer's lifestyle as a drug user living in Houston, Texas. The lyrics suggest a sense of self-awareness and acceptance of his drug use, as he proclaims that when he is not high, he feels like something is missing in his life, and he needs to be high to function.
The opening lines of the song, "I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't, Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke," reflect the artist's feelings towards society and the consequences of his drug use. He then goes on to talk about his wealth and his material possessions, including owning two Benzes and buying expensive gifts for his girlfriend. The song also portrays his promiscuous relationships with women, with lines like "As I represent Houston like what, the damn Whitney, I'm a get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em and I fed 'em."
Furthermore, the song touches on other themes such as violence, with lines like "Shut 'em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie, Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy," and his criminal history with the line, "I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's, Another DWI, drunk and fucking high." The singer acknowledges that he is living recklessly but finds solace in being high.
Overall, the song portrays a lifestyle that glamorizes drug use, excessive spending, and promiscuity. Despite this, the song highlights the singer's self-awareness of his situation and the fact that he seems to find happiness in his high state.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
No matter what I do, I'm always wrong.
Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I'm angry at the world and using drugs to cope.
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
I'm so high that I can't even eat or breathe properly.
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
I'm proud of my record company and where I come from.
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
I'm rich and flashy with my jewelry.
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I have so much money that I don't need a fancy car.
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
I am having sex with someone else's girlfriend.
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
I bought her gifts to keep her happy and interested in me.
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
I'm driving fast and recklessly, possibly under the influence.
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
I'm carrying a gun for protection and living recklessly.
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
I'm investing in a prostitute because of her financial gain.
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
I'm a successful man with a lot of wealth and assets.
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
I have a lot of extravagant things in my life.
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
I am friends with gang members from various groups.
If it means anything this for all my G's
This is dedicated to my gangster friends and associates.
I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's
I am in jail for being reckless and irresponsible.
Another DWI, drunk and fucking high
I am getting into legal trouble because of my substance abuse.
I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
I am confident that I will get out of jail quickly.
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
I see myself as wealthy, extravagant, and powerful like a TV character.
And that's my word
This is my promise and what I stand for.
I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
I'm driving recklessly and dangerously.
I'm a park and scrape the curve
I'm not careful with my driving and will potentially damage my car.
Why when I'm not high does my life
I feel like something is missing in my life when I'm sober.
Feel like it's missing something
I don't feel complete or fulfilled without drugs.
I know that I must be high
I feel that I need drugs to function properly and be happy.
I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
I believe in superstitions and wishful thinking.
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
I meet a lot of women who are willing to have sex with me.
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
I am willing to let go of relationships and connections for personal gain.
Fuck 'em so good they wake up and wash dishes
I am skilled and confident in my sexual abilities.
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
I enjoyed my meal with this woman I had sex with.
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
I am selective about who I have sex with and have certain preferences.
As I represent Houston like what, the damn Whitney
I am proud of where I come from and represent it with pride.
I'm a get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em and I fed 'em
I pursue women for my own pleasure and satisfaction.
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let 'em when I see 'em I'm gonna wet 'em
I prefer living peacefully but am willing to be violent if necessary.
Shut 'em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
I have the power to shut things and people down if needed.
Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lying in a puddle
I am always ready for physical confrontation and violence.
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
I am powerful and intimidating like a jungle predator.
I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick
I enter the club with confidence and swagger.
As the police officers patting down my click
The police are searching me and my friends for drugs or weapons.
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
I am breaking rules and codes of conduct.
Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho
I have had sex with many attractive women in the past.
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
I am dominating and controlling my situation and surroundings.
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
I feel that violence and aggression is what I am meant for.
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
I am commanding everyone to get excited and rowdy.
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
I am threatening violence with my gun.
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land
I am selling drugs in dangerous and risky territory.
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
I have a fast and expensive car that I show off.
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
I have a rope necklace that I wear as a fashion statement.
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
I do drugs that create strange effects and sensations.
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
I am drinking syrup and attracting women, similar to a TV character.
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Shoutout to my friend, showing respect and camaraderie.
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I have a successful career and lifestyle thanks to my record company.
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
I am generous with my money and receive gratitude from others.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Happy Perez, Jamie Ortiz, Delwin 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.