American Boy Lyrics - Kanye West

Just another 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 them put the money 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 you" 

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'mma like what's underneath them 

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And no I ain't been to MIA 

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 brethren 

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 

Would you 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 

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 

Photos 

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 

Tell 'em wagwan blud 

Who killing '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 oww, oww, ain't nothing new now, now 

He crazy, I know what ya thinking 

Ribena I know what you're drinking 

Rap singer, Chain blinger 

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking 

What's your persona 

About this Americana Brama 

Am I shallow 'cause 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 peacoat, 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 C-A-A-S-H 

'Cause a lot wags wanna hear it 

And I'm 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 

Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?) 

Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?) 

Could you be my love, my love? 

Oh, 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 

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