“She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before.” Yeah man, when the Super Street crew gets together, rocking the leotards and leg warmers, it’s dance, dance insanity. “I’m your private dancer, dancing for money.” You know the lyrics. Sing it, Tina; don’t let Ike smack you around. That’s what it’s like with us and cars—we’re maniacs, maniacs, on the street. And we always drive like we’ve never driven before. Know what we’re sayin’? Drive it like you want to steal it, but never will, because you’ll go to jail for that sh*t.