American Boy - Estelle ft Kanye West (lyrics) [Kanye West:] This a number-one champion sound. Yeah, Estelle, we \u0027bout to get down, get down. Who 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. Yes. Tell the promoter we need more seats. We just sold out all the floor seats. [Estelle:] Take me on a trip, I\u0027d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I\u0027d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You\u0027ll be my American boy. He said, \u0022Hey, sister. It\u0027s really, really nice to meet you.\u0022 I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who\u0027s just my type. Like the way he\u0027s speaking, His confidence is peaking. Don\u0027t like his baggy jeans But I\u0027m \u0027a like what\u0027s underneath them. And, no, I ain\u0027t been to MIA. I heard that Cali never rains and New York\u0027s wide awake. First let\u0027s see the West End. I\u0027ll show you to my brethren. I\u0027m liking this American boy, American boy. Take me on a trip, I\u0027d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I\u0027d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You\u0027ll be my American boy, American boy [Estelle:] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Will you be my American boy, American boy? Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway. Let\u0027s go shopping, maybe, then we\u0027ll go to a caf\u00e9. Let\u0027s go on the subway. Take me to your hood. I never been to Brooklyn and I\u0027d like to see what\u0027s good. Dress in all your fancy clothes. Sneakers looking fresh to death. I\u0027m loving those Shell Toes. Walking that walk. Talk that slick talk. I\u0027m liking this American boy, American boy. Take me on a trip, I\u0027d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I\u0027d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You\u0027ll be my American boy. Tell \u0027em wagwan blud. [Kanye West:] Who killing \u0027em in the UK. Everybody gonna say, \u0022You, K.\u0022 Reluctantly \u0027cause most of this press don\u0027t fuck with me. Estelle once said to me, \u0022Cool down, down, Don\u0027t act a fool now, now.\u0022 I always act a fool. Oww, oww. Ain\u0027t nothing new now now. He crazy. I know what you thinking. Ribena I know what you\u0027re drinking. Rap singer. Chain blinger. Holler at the next chick soon as you\u0027re blinking. What\u0027s your persona About this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow \u0027cause all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London bloke. Yes. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. Look at this peacoat, tell me he\u0027s broke. And I know you ain\u0027t into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash \u0027Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it. And I\u0027m feeling like Mike at his baddest. Like 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 you 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\u0027d like to go some day. Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay. I really want to come kick it with you. You\u0027ll be my American boy, be my American boy. American boy. Take me on a trip, I\u0027d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I\u0027d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You\u0027ll be my American boy. American boy. [Estelle:] La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Will you be my American boy?