Hip-hop groups lack space in Wooden Center

“Baby let me love you down …” The voice of Usher blasts from an iPod speaker perched atop the back of a parked golf cart. Decked out in an array of outfits and loose-laced shoes, the hip-hop dancers of Samahang Modern jump, bend and try to ignore the cars circling in search of a parking spot in the dimly lit structure behind them.