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.
Jackers In My Home
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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They say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head".
I believe in good times, having peace and fun,
But I'm still in my room tryna grease my gun.
Can't let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And tomorrow's the big day, gotta get my rest,
Forty-five G's outta town, lick buyin' tres.
'cause she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes,
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken 'cause I
Couldn't tell my mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin',
I'm'a die like a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams,
Red Beans in my house, man this shit is so extreme.
I saw em' dressed up in all black wit da mask,
And I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin',
And this is the price that you pay when your ballin',
But how did they get the spare key to my crib;
It had to be my bitch, she gon' die if I live!
Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser,
And I'm hearin' someone whisper, sayin' "Los, I'm'a getcha!"
And I'm knowin' it's the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine.
Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word.
Little did I know they had night vision goggles,
When they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
Shots started ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
Runnin' out of time, with my mind on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I started seein' stars,
I forgot last week 'bout some burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet, and I know it ain't sweat,
Bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to the left.
Guess where I was at; damn right, in the closet,
Grabbed a pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit.
Damn slugs ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back,
Saw his right leg flyin' and it knocked down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army,
Now they lookin' like piñatas at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I start askin' questions,
He could barely talk, spittin' blood like venom.
He said he had a team and people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent em'.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
South Park Mexican's "Jackass In My Home" is a story of a person who is living a dangerous lifestyle under a curse. The lyrics depict the fear and anxiety of potentially losing everything - including one's own life due to one's choices. The lines "They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead" illustrate the paranoia and strain that comes with living a life of crime. The singer of the song explains that his life is filled with good times and fun, but his reality is that he is always on high alert, making sure his gun doesn't get rusty, in case he needs to use it in a shoot-out.
The song really takes a turn when he wakes up in the middle of the night to find jackers in his home. He tries to remain brave throughout the ordeal while wrestling with his own mortality. The violence of the situation is evident in the lyrics "Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home, nothing too fancy, just your average tombstone". He later finds himself in a life-threatening situation, with bullets hitting him and hiding in a closet until he gets a chance to turn the tables against the burglars.
"Jackass In My Home" is an emotional track that reflects on the dangerous cycle of violence and crime. It speaks to the reality that sometimes the only way out of such lifestyles is through tragedy.
Line by Line Meaning
They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead,
I commit crimes while others mourn.
They say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head".
I have a deadly attitude towards violence.
I believe in good times, having peace and fun,
I long for a peaceful and happy life.
But I'm still in my room tryna grease my gun.
I am preparing myself for a potential shootout.
Can't let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
I need to ensure my gun is in perfect condition in case of an altercation.
The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
I want my music to be the only thing blasting out of my speakers.
And tomorrow's the big day, gotta get my rest,
I need to prepare myself mentally for the upcoming event.
Forty-five G's outta town, lick buyin' tres.
I have a large sum of money to spend on a purchase.
I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't make it,
My companion cannot be here with me.
'cause she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
She is unable to join me due to feeling unwell.
And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
I am feeling nervous and anxious.
But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
I try to calm down and sleep.
Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes,
I am suddenly awakened.
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken 'cause I
There is an unknown intruder in my home.
Couldn't tell my mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin',
There is no time for me to say goodbye to my loved ones.
I'm'a die like a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.
I am not afraid to face death.
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
I am being shot at by armed burglars in my own house.
Nuthin' too fancy, just your average tombstone.
My grave will not be extravagant.
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I regret the choices I have made in life.
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.
I will be dressed formally for my funeral.
Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams,
I aspire to be wealthy, while having opponents.
Red Beans in my house, man this shit is so extreme.
There are dangerous criminals in my home.
I saw em' dressed up in all black wit da mask,
The burglars wore masks and all-black clothing.
And I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash.
The intruders came for my valuables and money.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin',
I try to evade the criminals by crawling on the ground.
And this is the price that you pay when your ballin',
Having wealth comes with risks and consequences.
But how did they get the spare key to my crib;
I question how the burglars got ahold of a spare key to my house.
It had to be my bitch, she gon' die if I live!
I suspect my partner of betraying me.
Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser,
I normally store my gun on my dresser.
And I'm hearin' someone whisper, sayin' "Los, I'm'a getcha!"
I hear someone threatening me.
And I'm knowin' it's the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I recognize it as just my own fears and worries.
I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine.
I have been dealing with these issues since childhood.
Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
I need to get to the closet where I have stashed my shotgun.
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word.
One gunshot would be enough to kill the intruders.
Little did I know they had night vision goggles,
I was unaware that the burglars had night vision goggles.
When they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.
The burglars fired their weapons rapidly when they saw me.
Shots started ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
I tried to dodge and avoid the incoming gunfire.
Runnin' out of time, with my mind on survivin'.
I am running out of options and focus on staying alive.
Dove out the window, but I started seein' stars,
I jump out of the window but get injured.
I forgot last week 'bout some burglar bars.
I realize too late that I forgot to install security measures.
Now my face is all wet, and I know it ain't sweat,
I am crying and bleeding.
Bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to the left.
I am shot in the leg so I move to avoid further injury.
Guess where I was at; damn right, in the closet,
I end up back at the closet.
Grabbed a pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit.
I take out my shotgun to retaliate.
Damn slugs ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back,
My shotgun is powerful enough to bring down my attackers.
Saw his right leg flyin' and it knocked down my lamp.
My attacker's leg is blown off and hits my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army,
I feel like I am fighting a war all by myself.
Now they lookin' like piñatas at the end of a party.
My attackers are lying lifeless like piñatas.
One was still alive, so I start askin' questions,
I try to gather information from one of the burglars who is still alive.
He could barely talk, spittin' blood like venom.
The burglar is severely injured and can barely speak.
He said he had a team and people would rent him,
The burglar reveals that he was hired to carry out the burglary.
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent em'.
I need to find out who the mastermind behind the burglary was.
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Corrected - thanks Angel
Angel
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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.