step off yo!

Tiger style!

So this one day, me and my homie Rizza were kickin it straight up funky fresh, when we heard a knock on the door. What did we see when we answered the door you may ask? It was some thugs looking to get their hands all up in our cash. My first instinct was to introduce them to my cold steel, but I was hit with a right hook before I could get my gat out. Rizza however was a little faster, and was able to dust a few off before being knocked unconscious himself. The thugs raided our crib, taking everything they could get their hands on. After they departed our humble abode, we got straight to planning our revenge. Me and Rizza called up our crew and hopped in our whips. We rolled up to them foo’s casa and shot the joint up so heavy they were running out the back door. We had Antoine cut them off and throw em in the back of the truck. We were able to capture a private jet, and used it to transport them thugs to India. We took em out into the jungle and met up with a few of my tiger homies. They were so surprised to see us, as indicated by the photo above. So our tiger homies stomped up to them thugs and tor them to pieces. It was pretty cool I guess. Then, for the rest of the summer, we just chilled out and partied in India. It was a straight up fiesta with tigers and elephants and money and ladies and such. India parties rule.