I got a '59 Impala she's an inch from the ground
She's nosed and she's decked
She's clean all around
She's painted candy apple red with flames on the side
I want to tell you pretty mama
She's one hell of a ride
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
Cruisin' 'round gettin' low and slow
She's got tuck and roll leather
With white walls and skirts
Bullet tail lights that shine so bright that it hurts
I got the top chopped so low I can't hardly see
There ain't nothin' in the world out there botherin' me
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
Cruisin' 'round gettin' low and slow
I got a skull on my shifter with ruby red eyes
A shrunkin head on my mirror
A V8 that flies
When I'm cruisin' down the alley I let my leg pipes roar
I'm just rollin' down the street with my foot on the floor
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Cruisin' 'round gettin' low and slow
'Cause I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Yes I'm a low rider baby
Cruisin' 'round gettin' low and slow