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.
Streets
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.
Dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
Went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished
Don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist I'm the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up
None left known for car theft but in the kitchen I'm the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken
[Chorus:]
Cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
[Rasheed:]
Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye,
Maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie.
I'm the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town,
SP low G ain't no holding us there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch,
You can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell,
Like I told my bitch if I'm ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real,
But say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say.
All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I forgot I'm in this bitch all alone.
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
Cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
[SPM:]
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror
17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.
Paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater.
Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,
All day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit,
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder,
Not much of a converser cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor.
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
Cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
The song "These Streets" by South Park Mexican (SPM) and Rasheed (feat. Carolyn Rodriguez) speaks about the harsh realities of living in the streets and the various struggles one has to endure in order to survive. SPM starts the song by rapping about the difficulties of living in the streets while dealing with law enforcement, car theft, and gun violence. He mentions how he went to "crack college" and is a top chef in the kitchen, despite being mistaken for a "fucking rap artist." He refrains from showing love because of the jealousy and hate that exist among the people in these streets. Rasheed jumps in with his verse and talks about his courage, his experience as a gangster, and his refusal to be ruled by fear. He references the tough environment of "hustle town," where he became a gangsta, regardless of the risk. Carolyn Rodriguez’s soulful vocals complement the gritty verses, reaffirming the story of the streets.
The lyrics in the song reveal the grit and authenticity of the artists’ persona. They express the unapologetic disposition of the streets where one has to be tough and fearless in order to survive. The chorus, featuring Carolyn Rodriguez, talks about the therapeutic impact of smoking weed while trying to deal with the harsh realities, heartbreaks, and losses that the streets dish out. The lack of love mentioned throughout the song relates to the struggle of one trying to find love amidst the jealousy, envy, and greed that prevail within the street environment.
Line by Line Meaning
Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.
Life is tough for me with many dangers around and I have to face it with determination to keep chasing my dreams while also trying to stay under the radar from the authorities with my gun by my side.
Dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
The streets of Houston (also known as Hustle town) are as dangerous as Compton, where burglaries, shootings, and drug deals are common. I'm not afraid to take risks, and I can make quick money by robbing others.
Went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished
I started cooking crack at a young age and became an expert at it. I also like to eat healthy food with toppings I prefer and take pride in keeping my car clean and shiny.
Don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist I'm the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up
I'm not a rapper who just talks about violence; I actually commit it, evidenced by my shooting someone in their Jacuzzi and chopping up their body.
None left known for car theft but in the kitchen I'm the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken
I made a name for myself by stealing cars, but I'm also an excellent cook who can turn a small piece of chicken into a big and delicious meal.
Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye, Maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie
I'm prepared to die in a violent confrontation, but first I want to say goodbye to my mother. If we could resolve our conflicts in the afterlife, I'd be happy to do it. Plus, I'm very courageous.
I'm the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town, SP low G ain't no holding us there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch
I'm not someone to mess with, given that I've been a gangster for a long time. My crew SPM low G is unstoppable, and I enjoy smoking marijuana more than eating desserts.
You can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell, Like I told my bitch if I'm ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real, But say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say
I don't care if you leave or if I get censored on the radio, my music will still sell well. My lyrics reflect my genuine personality, so if someone tries to take me down, it won't change who I am. Maybe I can get on the airwaves and speak my mind regardless of what others say.
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror 17 coats to make the paint clearer
I'm riding low and slow in Houston, admiring my car's chrome rims and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. I invested a lot of money in getting my car to look perfect with 17 coats of paint.
Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side, Paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater
I'm cruising around in my car, feeling confident and proud with my sexual prowess and multiple women on the side. I'm chasing money and own a luxurious house by the lake, driving through the trees with ease.
Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line, All day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit
I'm communicating with others through my Nextel walkie-talkie, even in the bright sun, and my phone sounds like a radio dating show. My supplier is always available, ensuring I can smoke marijuana often, which is of excellent quality and has a unique lime-green color.
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder, Not much of a converser cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor
I'm not concerned about the consequences of my actions and am willing to commit murder at any time, even at lunchtime. I tend to swear a lot and prefer to let my actions speak louder than my words.
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on Mexican Radio
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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.