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.
Los
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious talks
On how to keep the rats out the cereal box
I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was be -be guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's when you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only live once
Take your family vacation and relax for a month
I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a camera
for every fuckin' inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me
Chill homie cut dad some slack
Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
We was only seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't give up
And run around town not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took over Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to
Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You must want to die too
all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you
Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot?
Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!
All my people fight da evil
Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone
Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand what y'all want
Say, Los, check this out, man
What up, SPM?
Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out
Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit
Ha-ha
The lyrics "I was raised on beans and rice and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised" by South Park Mexican in his song "SPM vs. Los" describe his tough upbringing. He continues to describe his childhood, including not having batteries for toys and having to keep rats out of cereal boxes. He then switches to talk about his friend Los, who used to be a fun-loving person but changed after he started smoking weed.
South Park Mexican (SPM) talks about his desire to be wealthy and the troubles that come with it. He talks about wanting seven bedrooms and is constantly worried about other people trying to kill him. Throughout the song, SPM emphasizes his tough exterior and how he will not let anyone get in his way.
The song "SPM vs. Los" is a representation of the struggles faced by SPM and his friends growing up poor in Houston. It focuses on the challenges of poverty and how it affects the psyche of the people who grow up in those circumstances. The lyrics are harsh, descriptive, and real, making for a compelling message.
Line by Line Meaning
I was raised on beans and rice
I was brought up in a simple household where staples like beans and rice were our regular fare.
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
I grew up in a rough neighborhood, so I wouldn't be fazed if someone burst into my home with guns blazing.
Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice
My mom was fussy about hygiene and would get on my case if she caught me feeding rodents.
I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had lice
I was a victim of head lice infestations so bad that the school had to send me home to keep it from spreading.
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
I went through a mental breakdown at some point.
I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries
I was so broke as a kid that I owned toys but couldn't afford to buy batteries for them.
Mama sat me down for some serious talks
My mother would occasionally have heart-to-heart conversations with me about serious matters.
On how to keep the rats out the cereal box
One of her concerns was how to prevent rats from getting into our food supply, like the cereal box.
We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
Despite being poor, the past seemed better and richer than now.
Sure we was broke but we was be-be guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
We might have been broke, but we still had natural fun with guns.
The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came
Once drugs got into his system, he thought he could do everything, despite being fake.
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
The drug use was so excessive, he didn't know when to stop or slow down.
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
The excessive drug abuse eventually damaged his brain.
Now you got children and a beautiful wife
Now he has children and a great wife.
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life
He's making enough money to be financially stable for the rest of his life.
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
He's lusting for women that excite him while driving him to the edge.
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
He has a natural predisposition to alcohol addiction and not care what anybody thinks.
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
He is willing to carry out a drive-by shooting in his Grandma's vehicle.
Chill homie cut dad some slack
Take it easy with your dad, cut him some slack.
Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
Even though his father abandoned them, that was a long time ago.
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
He witnessed his mother wounded and bleeding.
All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone
Children need someone to show them that they can be much more than they are already.
Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand what y'all want
People seem to resent him for making it big and he doesn't understand what they're trying to achieve.
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
He gets agitated and pulls out his gun to start firing.
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
He has no pity for the weak, so they should stop trying to reason with him.
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Don't make him too mad, or he'll threaten to put the gun to his head.
Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
Can't you see how people hate us and wish we were dead?
You gettin' soft now? You must want to die too
Are you getting weak and want to die too?
all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you
It only takes one bullet to kill us both.
All my people fight da evil
All the people fight evil in their own way.
Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
Some people resort to drug abuse to deal with life problems.
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
Some people get drunk, get violent, and beat their wives or girlfriends.
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
The only thing he'll miss is his beautiful children, should something happen to him.
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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.