Karaoke American Boy Estelle & Kanye West

Just another one champion sound yeah Estelle

Yeah, get down, uh, uh about to 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 uh, yes in my hand right now

Tell the promoter we need more seats

We just sold out all the floor seats

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 five foot seven 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 them

And no I ain't 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 bedroom

I'm liking this American Boy

American Boy...

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

La la la la la le la

La la la la la le la

La la la la la le la

You'll be my American Boy

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 never been to Brooklyn and

I'd like to see what's good

Dressed 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...

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

Who killin' 'em in the UK everybody gonna say you K

Reluctantly 'cos 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 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?

Drama am I shallow 'cos all my clothes designe uh

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 CA.A.ASH 'cos a lot WAGs want to hear it

And I'm feelin' like mike at his baddest like the pimps at their gladist

And I know they love it so to hell with all that rubbish

Would you be mine

Would you be mine

Ooh ooh, would you be my American Boy

American Boy

Go some day, oh

You, ooh

Be my American Boy

I go some day

See L.A

American Boy

Le la le la

Ooh ooh

You be my American Boy

American Boy