American Boy

Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down

We're the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town

Bet the 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 al the floor seats

(refrein 1)
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


He said, Hey Sister!
It's really really nice to meet ya!

I just met this 5 foot 7 guy
Who's just my type

I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking

Don't like his baggy jeans
But I might like what's underneath it

And NO, I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York hearts await

First lets see the west end
I'll show you to my brethren

I'm liking this American Boy
American boy

(refrein 1)
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


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

Dress in all your fancy clothes

Sneakers looking fresh to death
I'm loving those Shell Toes

Walking that walk,
Talk that slick talk

I'm liking this American Boy
American Boy

(refrein 1)
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


Who killin' em in the UK?
Everybody gonna say you K

Reluctantly
Cuz most of this press don't f*ck with 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 you thinkin'

White Pino
I know what ya drinkin'

Rap Singer
Chain Blinger

Hola at the next chick
Soon as your blinkin'

What's you're persona
About this American Brama

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 P coat, tell me he's broke

And I know you're not into all that

I heard you lyrics
I feel your spirit

But I still talk that
CA-CA-CASH

Cuz a lot of wags
Want to hear it

And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
The Pips at they Gladys

And I know they love it
See the hell with all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love
Would you be mine

Would you be my love, my love
Would you be mine

Would you be my love, my love
Would you be my America Boy, American boy

(refrein 2)
Take me on a trip
I'd like to go someday

Take me to Chicago
San Fransisco Babe

I really want to
Come kick it with you

You'll be my American Boy