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.
Wizard of Oz
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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Now come follow me
Down yellow brick road
To easier to see
Hillwood Hustla
Got what you need
[Verse 1]
Since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
To think a damn paper made ??? rich
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess
I blow sess for my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
None the less I was real with the homies
With the O-Z's running from the police
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 2]
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set man y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict em I ain't fallin victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay it don't never stop (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 3]
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It ain't easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell em pigs of the slippers that's not what I did (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
The song "Wizard of Oz" by South Park Mexican is a tribute to the Hillwood hustlers and is primarily about the artist's rise to fame and the obstacles he faced along the way. The song starts with the chorus inviting the listener to follow the artist to the "yellow brick road" where he's got what the listener needs. The first verse delves into the artist's life since the age of three and how he always knew that one day dope fiends would be paging him. He talks about Hillwood, the place where he gained his fame and the love he has for the hustlers in every hood.
The second verse is about how he made triple money sipping ripple and rolling paper squares out of a "fat ass nickle". He talks about cops raiding his block every six months and how he never slips because his boys have always got his back. He also mentions how the cops are trying to convict him, but he won't fall victim to their traps. The last verse is about how he's trying to change himself and become a better person despite the obstacles he faced. He also talks about how selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do and how losing control makes you a "ho".
Line by Line Meaning
Now come follow me
Join me on this journey
Down yellow brick road
Through the way I've paved
To easier to see
To a clearer path
Hillwood Hustla
A hustler from Hillwood
Got what you need
I have what you require
It were plain to see
It was obvious
Since the age of three
From a very young age
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
One day, drug addicts will call me for their fix
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
I made my presence known in the drug trade
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
I became famous in Hillwood
16 in a 7-7 Seville
At 16, I drove a 1977 Cadillac Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
My car was smoke grey with gold trim and a large grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
In 1986, I was dealing drugs
To think a damn paper made ??? rich
To think that a simple piece of paper made me wealthy
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
I have respect for all the hustlers in different communities
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
Hate can never be beneficial
I feel blessed but confess
I am grateful but honest
I blow sess for my stress
I smoke marijuana to cope with my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
I am a Mexican with an 'S' on my chest, representing my hometown of San Antonio
None the less I was real with the homies
Regardless, I was honest with my friends
With the O-Z's running from the police
With ounces of drugs, running from law enforcement
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
To find inner peace, I smoke marijuana on chilly streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green (echoes)
Addicts will bring me more money
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
I triple my money by selling drugs and living a modest life
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
I roll joints with paper and a nickel-sized amount of marijuana
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Women try to take advantage of me for the drugs I sell
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Police officers show up when I am selling drugs
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
I was frequently raided by law enforcement every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Checking to see if I make any mistakes
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I only have one life to live
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
I may move swiftly and confidently, but I won't make mistakes
Undercovers hit the set man y'all funny
Undercover cops are investigating my location and they don't know what they're doing
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
They are taking very small profits and giving me counterfeit money in return
Trying to convict em I ain't fallin victim
They're trying to catch me, but I won't be a victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
I know your identity and I already warned my friends
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
They want me so badly, but they can't catch me
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
Dealing with various women has caused my blunt to go out
No other way just another day on the spot
This is what I have to do every day, without any other choice
If you play then you pay it don't never stop (echoes)
If you participate in this life of crime, there are always consequences
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
I'm sharing my story as a desperate criminal
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Living in a place where cocaine is manufactured
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where women are taken advantage of and the marijuana is potent
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
Where drug addicts spend their money and soldiers live
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
That area where my friends stood, now isolated
Trying to change myself if I only could
Trying to better myself, if possible
I'm just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
I am a hustler from Hillwood who raps about my lifestyle
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
I smoke a lot of marijuana
But I'm taking losses
But I am also experiencing failures
It ain't easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
It's difficult to have jobs with no one in charge
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Dealing drugs is the most difficult job
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Risking everything for a small amount of money
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
If you lose control, you're weak and powerless
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
Real gangsters keep their lives under control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
When the police bust into my house
I tell em pigs of the slippers that's not what I did (echoes)
I deny any accusations and blame it on someone else
[Chorus 2X's]
Repeating the chorus
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@superezekill5688
The wizard of ounces. SPM was so goddamn clever with the puns and drug references. A lot of the clever word play and references in his rhymes go unnoticed by most of his fans. I'm still finding new things till' this day.
@frankcuriel9022
Super Ezekill what did you think it meant
@cocciam129
Really nigga u dumb as shit if u didn't just kno that
@paulcorby3551
"See more pussycat than Tweety!!!"
@franciscorodriguez5944
My favorite and best song from South Park in my opinion
@817chark
He was ahead of his time
@ijusttellthetruth04
Lyrics and flow still better than most rappers today
Just listen to his lyrics and you'll hear a straight up rapper with authentic hip hop
@polonice9404
alejandro espinoza they set this foo up dirty...couldnt stand seein a mesican have so much influence
@LuisMendez-cu7nh
Bra bra
@vivianb5325
Been Jammin to Spm since I was 13 now I'm 30 #FreeSPM