🎵 American Boy // by Estelle

193 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsFrançais American Boy Lyrics “American Boy,” Estelle’s breakout solo single, is a slice of modern disco that is the perfect backdrop for the song’s cross-continental romance featuring Kanye West. The hit 2008 disco-funk track was… Read More  [Verse 1: Kanye West & Estelle] This a number one champion sound (Yeah) Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (Get down) Who the hottest in the world right now? (Huh) Just touched down in London town (Huh) Bet they give me a pound (Ah) Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (Yes) 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 someday 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 [Verse 2: Estelle] He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya" I just met this five-foot-seven guy who's just my type Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might 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 First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy, American boy [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, American boy [Post-Chorus: Estelle] La-da-da, la-la-dee-da La-da-da, la-la-dee-da La-da-da, la-la-dee-da Will you be my American boy, American boy? [Verse 3: Estelle] Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping, maybe then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers lookin' 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: Estelle] Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday 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 Tell 'em, wagwan blud [Verse 4: Kanye West, Estelle, Both] Who killin' 'em in the UK? Everybody gonna say, "You, K" Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't fuck with me Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down Don't act a fool now, now" I always act a fool ow, ow Ain't nothin' new now, now (Huh) He crazy, I know what you're thinkin' (Uh-huh) Ribena, I know what you're drinkin' (Haha) Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin' What's your persona about this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? Uh (Haha) Dressed smart like a London bloke (Yeah) Before he speak his suit bespoke (Woo!) And you thought he was cute before Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke (Woo!) And I know you ain't into all that I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-ash 'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish [Bridge: 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? (Ooh) Would you be my American boy, American boy? [Chorus: Estelle] Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday (Go someday) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay) I really want to (To) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy) Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday (I'd like to go someday) Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA (See LA) I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy [Post-Chorus: Estelle] La-da-da, la-la-dee-da (La-la) La-da-da, la-la-dee-da (Ooh-ooh) La-da-da, la-la-dee-da Will you be my American boy?