Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Roll Cadillacs, never lie on rabs
Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse
Lost two grand last night shooting craps
Then I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps
Just got a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
Wanna come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They wake 'em up at five A.M. for Froot Loops
Draped up in white overalls and black boots
Used to drive a 'Lac, sipping gin and juice
Now we need money for some chips and soups
Run around town with a sack of rocks
Polo shirts with the matching socks
Mom, I promise one day I'ma stop
I'ma grow up and be a astronaut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
[Verse 2]
Now daddy come first and daddy come next
Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex
Silly punks jealous of the S.P. Mex
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five, I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
If you say it is, you a d-d-damn lie
Rolling though life like a tumbleweed
I'm the young pres of my company
Home catching hell 'cause I love my weed
Baby, can you please let your husband breathe?
Trying to dodge death and trying to dodge jail
Old damn friends trying to do my gal
People used to call me a bum from hell
Laughed at my car when my muffler fell
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
[Verse 3]
Pull another bud from the fat-ass dime
Gripping wood grain, let the seat recline
Got the Asian girl with the big behind
Take her to the telly and she love me long time
Remember when I begged you to buy my tapes
Now I buy cribs on the sides of lakes
Pray to the Lord and ask why they hate
'Cause they got the nuts 'bout the size of grapes
Twenty-two inches on my dually two-ton
And the candy paint cost eighty-five hun
Even if I'm in my swimming pool having fun
Still I stay strapped with the waterproof gun
I'm asking you please, can you pray for me, Reverend
When I die, will I go to Heaven?
Trying to count the TVs in my car, I got eleven
Pioneer read double oh seven
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican radio (Radio, radio)
I'm on the Mexican, ah-oh, radio (Radio, radio)
Written by: Carlos Coy