Chrome is shining in the orange haze
Counting fares through the city maze
Ganton streets got a heavy beat
Feel the rubber on the baking heat
Bass is thumping in the hollow door
I can't take this rhythm any more
Sinking low while the sun goes down
King of every single dusty town
Bounce it low on the sunset street
Feel the funk in the heavy beat
Gold and velvet in the evening glow
Ride the rhythm where the lowriders go
Old man wisdom in a leather seat
Watch the hustlers on the corner meet
Hydraulics jumping like a nervous ghost
From the valley to the western coast
Bass is thumping in the hollow door
I can't take this rhythm any more
Sinking low while the sun goes down
King of every single dusty town
Bounce it low on the sunset street
Feel the funk in the heavy beat
Gold and velvet in the evening glow
Ride the rhythm where the lowriders go
Traffic crawling like a tired snake
Give the pedal just a little shake
One more fare for a lonely ride
Nowhere left for a man to hide
Steel and velvet on a rolling frame
Every street has a different name
Hold the line till the lights turn green
Cleanest engine that I've ever seen
Bounce it low on the sunset street
Feel the funk in the heavy beat
Gold and velvet in the evening glow
Ride the rhythm where the lowriders go
Keep the meter running on the dash
Turn the copper into cold hard cash
Ganton gold in the rearview glass
Watch the summer and the seasons pass
Bounce it low on the sunset street
Feel the funk in the heavy beat
Gold and velvet in the evening glow
Ride the rhythm where the lowriders go
Just a low glide.
Keep it rolling.
Ganton gold.