Kanye West

Estelle

Both together

This the number one

champion sound

yeah, Estelle

we 'bout 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 '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

Take me on a trip

I'd like to go some day

take me to New York

I'd love to see L.A.

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 guy

who's just my type

Like the way he's speakin'

his confidence is peakin'

don't like his baggy jeans

but I'm-a like

what's underneath 'em

And no, I ain't been to M.I.A.

I heard that Cali never rains

and New York's heart awaits

First let's see the West End

I'll show you to my bredin

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 L.A.

I really want to

come kick it with you

you'll be my American boy

American boy

Can we get away this weekend

take me to broadway

let's go shoppin', baby

then we'll go to a café

Let's go on the subway

take me to your hood

I've 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 toe

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 L.A.

I really want to

come kick it with you

you'll be my American boy

Tell em' wagwan blud

Who killing 'em in the U.K.

everybody gonna say you K

reluctantly 'cause 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

ow, ow

ain't nothin' new, now, now

He crazy, I know

what you're thinkin'

Ribena, I know

what you're drinkin'

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, dressed smart

like a London bloke

before he speak

his suit bespoke

And you thought

he was cute before

look at this pea coat

tell me he's broke

And I know

you ain't into all that

I heard your lyrics

I feel your spirit

But I still talk that

ca-a-sh

'cause a lotta WAGS

wanna hear it

And I'm feelin'

like Mike at his baddest

like the Pips at their gladys

and I know they love it

so, to hell

with all that rubbish

Could you be mine

could you be mine

ooh... 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 kick it with you

you'll be my American boy

American boy

La-la-la-la-la, lee-la

la-la-la-la-la, lee-la

la-la-la-la-la, lee-la

la-la-la-la-la, lee-la