American Boy lyrics

(Feat. Kanye West)



[Kanye West:]

This another one champion sound

Yeah, Estelle we 'bout to get down

We the hottest in the world right now.

Just touched down in London town.

Bet they give me a pound.

Better put the money in my hand right now.

Tell the promoter we need more seats,

We just sold out all the floor seats



[Chorus: Estelle]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to, come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy.



He said Hey Sister.

It's really really nice to meet ya.

I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.

I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.

Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath it.

And no I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains and New York wide awake.

First let's see the west end.

I'll show you to my bridrens.

I'm like this American Boy. American Boy



[Chorus:]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy



Can we get away this weekend.

Take me to Broadway.

Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.

Let's go on the subway.

Take me to your hood.

I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.

Dress in all your fancy clothes.

Sneaker's looking Fresh to death I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.

Walkin' that walk.

Talk that slick talk.

I'm likin' this American Boy. American Boy.



[Chorus:]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy



Let them know a gwan blud



[Kanye West:]

Who killin' em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press

Don't f**k with me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now. I always

Act a fool oww oww. Ain't nothing new now now. He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'. White Pino I

Know what you're drinkin'. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're

Blinkin. What's you're persona. about this American Rhymer. Am I shallow cause all my clothes

Designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought

He was cute before. Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you're not into all

That. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CAAASH. Cause a lot wags

Want to hear it. And I'm feelin' like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips at they Gladys. And I know

They love it. so to hell with all that rubbish



[Estelle:]

Would you be my love, my love.

Could be mine would you be my love my love, could you be mine

Could you be my love, my love.

Would you be my American Boy. American Boy



Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day

Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay

I really want to, come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy



[Chorus:]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy



La da da, da da, de da

La da da, da da, de da

American boy