Artist: Frost f/ Big Tank, Omar Cruz Album: All Oldies Song: Yeah We Do It (Heartaches) Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Scoop DeVille] "Heartaches are made That's how Heartaches are made That's how Heartaches are" "Are, heart, are-are, heart" "Are, heart, are-are, heartaches" "Heart, are-are, heart" "Are-are, heart, are-are-are, well" --> Baby Washington [Verse 1: Frost] Heartaches and pain, much I've overcame Something's don't change, but I did my thang I'm the mayor of the ghetto, involved with politics Cash in the rank, and I'm making dividends The Godfather, if it ain't business, then why bother The Streets On Lock like I'm Hot Dollar Yeah, I'm big, I'm the Don Dada I'm the fellow that'll rock it like I'm Sean Carter Split it up, back it up, that's product Double up, triple up, that's proper Shipments from overseas on boats And when they you it's puro, that's dope Frost, I see like Mikey the jeweler It's legal when I open like I'm Rick Ruler Put it on a triple beam, boy, that's weight And make no mistake, so you can come without heartaches Chorus: Omar Cruz Doin' eighty-five Burner on the waist line We ride or die Do it for the west side We flyin' high, so them haters can't test mine Every time we showin' up, they pullin' out the best wine Yeah, we do it Yeah, we do it Yeah, we do it, we was born to do it Yeah, we do this, daily on the grind Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five [Verse 2: Big Tank] The chain goes clickity-clack, to my reaction Take action and expose all these motherfuckin' faggots Russian roulette, you scared, fuck a bullet I came in the game, spit flames, let's do this Priest like Judas, preach, I'm a beast It's been proven, Beastie Boy, Rick Rubin I get a price cut, call it wholesale You know we move traffic, like Denzel Cali got more colors than pastel Cause I'm a winner, son, nah I never fail This is a job made, just fade away And still I'm sittin' here, dealing with these heartaches Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Omar Cruz] I'm from the streets of Los Angeles, homey, home of the brave Where the wrong colors rave will have you up in a grave They say only the real make it out of L.A. But I'm still here, and the whole city sayin' my name On my back like a P.O., shadier than a C.O. Faggots talk shit, but they don't really wanna see O. Them haters all writin' woof tickets But in my face, they quiet, you only hear crickets Same catch, runnin' off of the dick Lakers Bangin' O. for a few, "Say O. Cruz, can I kick it" (Yeah) Wild wild west, Tribe Called Quest Snatch the mic from these bitches like Kanye West (Cruz) Repeat Chorus