Word mother-funkers
Pavin the goat here... As most of you know, I am a goat, and a goat to be reckoned with, mind you. So don't be frontin' with my crew in new zealand (aka the dirty south). Carl Winslow is back from France. We chilled some more the other day... he was successful in his bid to be a famous french rapper (Carl Winslow and Dubois look similar dont they... coincedence??? i think not). So as most rappers do, he rapped about all his women, money, rims on his cars (20's, 22's, 24's, three 14's riding on the side if you be pimpin' it like Snoop dee oh double jizzle). So when he came back, he brought some of his new found fame with him. Now this whole rap lifestyle ish has been rubbing off on me quite a bit...Basically, me and The Big Guy cruised through New Zealand in his Caddy with the big-ass rims. You know... the ones with the spinners and shizz. Then this other crew rolls up and starts frontin. Carl and I and our posse rolled-out and took care of them. But in the process, Carl got shot niiiine times. Just like fiddy... so gangsta. Anyways, me and Carl are gonna go mack on the New Zealand ladies...
I'll catch you all on the flipside
Peace
~Pavin the Goat
