Central Cee just dropped his gritty new single “Booga” on November 27, 2025, under Columbia Records, and it lands like a cold wind off the Thames, all sharp bars and that restless London energy that makes you check your surroundings twice.
Cench has this knack for keeping it street-level real, even as the streams stack up, and Booga’s him doubling down on that. He teased it on Instagram the day before, just a quick clip over a sparse trap beat with those haunting piano loops and hi-hats slicing through like sirens. The song mixes his unmistakable London drill sound with sharp, vivid storytelling that captures the tension and pride in his world. Central Cee paints pictures of loyalty and danger with a style that’s both candid and clever, balancing street-wise bravado with moments of reflection.
Lyrically, “Booga” explores themes of trust, betrayal, and the constant struggle to rise above challenges. Central Cee uses slang and coded language familiar to his community, giving listeners a glimpse into his daily life and mindset. There’s also a focus on personal integrity and staying true to oneself despite the pressures and pitfalls of the environment he raps about. The title “Booga” itself resonates with toughness and respect within the urban scene.
Musically, “Booga” carries the quintessential drill beats—a dark, brooding instrumental layered with punchy rhythms and a hypnotic flow that matches Central Cee’s sharp delivery. This combination creates an intense atmosphere that makes the track stand out among his releases, cementing his place as one of the leading voices in UK drill and rap.
This one’s a standalone for now, but whispers on X point to it kicking off a bigger project, maybe that All Roads Lead Home EP he’s been hinting at since summer. No full tracklist yet, but if it’s anything like his Wild West run, expect a dozen cuts blending guest spots with solo heat, all clocking that evolution from 23 to global stages.
Cench is in beast mode at 28, fresh off selling out Wembley last month and that Ice Spice collab still echoing in the charts, but he’s stayed close to the code, shouting out jailed bros and keeping the circle tight. Booga feels like him pausing the victory lap to remind everyone the path wasn’t paved—it’s him balancing the jazz-star nights in Cannes with the one-eye-open bando sleeps, proving he’s not just surviving the game but rewriting it on his terms.
Dive into the Booga lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Central Cee tracks for more of his street-sharp hustle.
| Lead Vocals | Central Cee |
| Songwriter | Atupele Ndisale, Carlos Munoz, Central Cee, Christopher Brent Wood & David Patino |
| Music Producer | Roddy Beats, Arthur Bean, Young Chencs & Smokey Jam |
| Label | Columbia Records |
| Release Date | November 27, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Columbia Records |
Lyrics of Booga by Central Cee
[Intro]
If You Don’t Get Money, You’ll Suffer
We Don’t Take Bad Up, Dem Boy There Good
Don’t Get It Confused Cah They Got Their Hood Up
The Beef Ting’s Boring, 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—) 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, ’cause He Just Went Jummah
Go Ot And It Look Like We’re Camping, Rambo Knife And A Portable Cooker
Woulda Took Mans 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-one Dread In The T Like Booka
How You A Ras, But You’re Smokin’ Cohiba?
I-i Went School With Mohammed, Abdullah
I Know About Xabsi, Laag, You Na’as, Beris And Hilib, I Shout Out Hooyo
Lord, Forgive Us As I’m A Sinner, Repent And Pray, You Accept Our Sunnah [Chorus]
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—
[Verse 2]
(Big-Big) Big G-Wagon, Your Girlfriend Pass, Passy
Playin’ Some Frank Sinatra
Look At The Stars, I’m Playin’ Some Jazz
Bro Came Back Bald ’cause He Came From Hajj
Bro Came Back Bolo, He Came From Cantis
It’s Mad ’cause 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) 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, Bine, 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
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