Tight jeans, double d's making me go woo hoo
All the people on the street know woo hoo woo hoo
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go woo hoo
All the people on the street know woo hoo woo hoo
Push it baby, push it baby
Out of control
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow
Push it baby, push it baby
Out of control
This is the same old dance that you already know
I think I should know, how
to make love to something innocent
without leaving my fingerprints out, now
L-o-v-e's just another word I
never learned to pronounce