"Formula" as written by and Earlan Bartley Karim Kharbouch....
Yes!
Everything spicy, eeh?
Bumboclaat!
Everything spicy, eeh?
Bumboclaat stew, fry, steam, eeh?
Wha' gwan
Wha' gwan 'bout yah?
Everything bumboclaat spicy, eeh?
Eeh?
Everything spicy, everything stew down
Steam down
Curry down
Everything good!
Alright, watch yah, a cook we cook now, eeh?
Bumboclaat

For real
And yeah, we comin' for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, a just the formula

Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can't cry no tears
Now I'mma ride for my dawg, you know
In a foreign place on the call, you know
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas' motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, a just the formula

Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don't trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But me know the pussy dem

Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, a just the formula

From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we coming for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, a just the formula

For real, they know we comin' for the kill
Warrior, comin' with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eeh?
New York, Miami, London, eeh?
East Africa, Morocco, eeh?
Bumboclaat!


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Formula" as written by Leonandre Miller Karim Kharbouch

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