Quote by JR Writer Download Open image “I used to go to school to class stuntin. Necks bubblin', like come and get a pack buzzen.” — JR Writer ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
I just couldn't take school seriously: I had this guitar neck with four frets which I kept hidden under the desk. It had strings… — Alvin Lee Copy Share Image
In sixth grade I had a band called The Blueberry Waterfall. I had borrowed a guy's Fender Jaguar and Boss Tone Fuzz, which you… — Steve Lukather Copy Share Image
Well one of the times I did a stunt was in the devil’s snare room and they lifted me up on a harness and… — Rupert Grint Copy Share Image
When I was a kid in the 6th grade and first learned how to dance with a girl, we had a record called 'Shake… — Frank Sinatra Jr Copy Share Image
As long as I can remember, growing up we had a guitar around our house, and I was always plucking on it. — Adam Jones Copy Share Image
Now I'm known ta bring the goons out like that nigga John Chaney (Goonies!). Or catch me up on the hill in the whip… — Jim Jones Copy Share Image
When I was young, I used to expect Parisians to wear little black berets, to bicycle about with strings of onions around their necks,… — Craig Brown Copy Share Image
I had my neck hurt for like five years, I could barely move my neck from doing this stunt, I almost died twice doing… — John Leguizamo Copy Share Image
I hear them mumblin, I hear the cacklin I got em scared, shook, panickin — Nicki Minaj Copy Share Image
I needed a capo - a clamp to hold down the strings - so my daddy made me one out of a corn on… — Glen Campbell Copy Share Image
I had your neck and wrist oh so bright. Poppin tags, is a thing of the past. You lost the things you had chasin… — Letoya Luckett Copy Share Image
You could tell I'm paper stackin, when you see my old school Chevy Capris Classic. Plus I got the speakers blastin, bangin, ride with… — Short Dawg Copy Share Image
I'm seen in the projects with the top low, gwap dough. That'll leave more holes in your body than a cuatro. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw. Clap clap, clap, that's the bird call. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da… — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Flippin', listen baby I was never dumb. Sittin' in the lobby like I'm waitin' for some mail to come. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit. So much water in the order it's just leaving em'… — JR Writer Copy Share Image
The party will be pissed when I buy out the bar and leave water on the list — JR Writer Copy Share Image
That's when I had to get my hand on a bird. Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
That's a Maserati papo, stop slow. You don't really know me that well, let me put you on. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
No cat can match me I'm passing fastly who's half as nasty? I got it locked from here all the way to cackalacky. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Well, I was makin' sales at the age of 12. Pack margin, black lark an', case of shells. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Stop it boy, Do not come and argue wit men. Im sick like Writer, So you can come and honor my Pen. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
