Get the details on Central Cee’s “Booga” lyrics. Understand the street references and cultural nods for a deeper listen.
The lyrics for Central Cee’s “Booga” present a dense collection of street narratives and personal reflections. The track opens with a stark statement on financial struggle, setting a thematic tone. Central Cee employs his characteristic mix of UK drill slang and conversational English throughout the verse.
He references a desire to avoid “beef” in favor of pursuing “mula,” a clear priority in his current focus. The lyrics include a specific nod to French rapper Booba, hinting at cross-border musical aspirations. Cultural and religious elements appear frequently, with lines about a friend attending “jummah” prayers and another returning from “Hajj.”
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The verse also incorporates Somali phrases, a reflection of his heritage, with shouts to “hooyo” (mother) and mentions of concepts like “xabsi” (prison). This multilingual approach adds a layer of authenticity and personal history. The lyrics touch on themes of trust and betrayal, with the blunt admission, “I love man, but I don’t trust man fully.”
There are also nostalgic elements, recalling school days with friends named Mohammed and Abdullah. The verse contrasts past struggles in a “bando” with current success on “Bondi Beach,” outlining his journey. References to films like “Slumdog Millionaire” and music icons like Wu-Tang Clan and Tupac create a tapestry of influences. The overall lyrical composition provides a detailed, first-person account for listeners to unpack and connect with his story.
Produced by Roddy Beatz, arthur bean, Young Chencs, smokey.jam
November 27, 2025
1 song, 1 minute
℗ 2025 Columbia Records, a Division of Sony Music Entertainment, under exclusive license from CC4L Limited
Lyrics
[Intro]
If you don’t get money, you’ll suffer
[Verse]
We don’t take bad up, them boy there good
Don’t get it confused cah they got their hood up
The beef ting’s borin’, I just want mula
My French ting said, “Do a song with Booba”
Fifty-pointer, they look like booga
Them man, their jewels ain’t real, they’re poopass, huh
Remember, I told shorty we’re gon’ link that day and got stood up
You say that you’re on me, I beg man pull up
I hate when they talk ’bout the T, only grams of the white that you seen is sugar
Bad one smilin’ at me in the club, but I want the one with the face all push-up
I like girls that aren’t interested, I’ve never spent one pound on a hooker
Eatin’ good, but I still ain’t full up, I’m tryna get my belly big like Buddha
A1, he’s a full-time jugger, put it on pause cah he just went jummah
Go OT and it look like we’re camping, rambo knife and a portable cooker
Woulda took man’s girl, but she ain’t my standard, so my lil’ broski took her
They coulda, shoulda, woulda
It sounds good, but they won’t though, will they?
One dread in the T like Booker
How you a Ras, but you’re smokin’ Cohiba?
I went school with Mohammed, Abdullah
I know about xabsi, lacag iyo naas, Bariis iyo Hilib, I shout out hooyo
Lord, forgive us as I’m a sinner, repent and pray, you accept our sunnah
Warya, warya, xabad and a guri
I love man, but I don’t trust man fully
I see through them and I don’t feel threatened
They got on a bally and put up their hoodie
It don’t feel real when I say, “Free Mukky”
I’ll be sixty when my broski lands
We don’t take bad up, we don’t get bullied
Them man there pussy, they roll like—
Big G-Wagon, your girlfriend pass, passy
Playin’ some Frank Sinatra
Look at the stars, I’m playin’ some jazz
Bro came back bald cah he came from Hajj
Bro came back bolo, he came from can
It’s mad cah I just came back from Cannes
If we see one of them, khalas
They can’t come back to my hood, got banned
W’s up like Wu-Tang Clan
It’s a west side story, Tupac, thug life
Prove that then if you’re bad, let one fly
Once I ran, but I learnt now
One-by-one, I’ma get man done right
Boom, bye bye, no knife, it’s gun fight
In the bando, I slept with one eye
Now I’m on Bondi Beach, it’s sunrise
A man like me, I’m hard to come by
I made M’s off rap, I’m stable
I done it, no label, when I was unsigned
On sight, man, it could still go left
Get cheffed like breakfast, dinner or lunchtime
Where the demand is, I’m gonna supply
I watched Slumdog Millionaire and relate to the kid from Mumbai
