MUSIC: "American Boy" by Estelle feat. Kanye West

"American Boy"
by Estelle feat. Kanye WestLyrics:

Kanye West:

This the number one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we about to get down
We the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats

Estelle:

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

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 Ima like what's underneath it.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my brethren.
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 Café.
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.
Yes get all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def 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

Kanye West:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K
Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.
Rap singer.
Chain Blinger.
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona.
About this Americana
Rhymer
Am I shallow cuz 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 Peacock tail, means 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 ca-a-ash.
'Cause a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
The pimps at they gladdest.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love (could you be mine)
Would you be my love my love (would be mine)
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boyyy

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