American Boy


(Feat Kanye West)

[Kanye West:]

Dis is da numba one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we 'bout to get down
We da 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 pick 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 guy who's just my type
Like the way he speak here, his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
But first let's see the west end
I'll show you to my bedroom
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 pick it with you
You'll be my American Boy American Boy

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping maybe 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 pick 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'
Ribena 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 Americana 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 wanna 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 pick 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







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