American Boy (feat. Kanye West) [Brooks Remix]

This a number one champion sound

Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down

Who the hottest in the world right now?

Just touched down in London town

Bet they give me a pound

Tell 'me 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 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 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 M-I-A

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 brethren

I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

American boy

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 nothing new now, now

He crazy, I know what you 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?

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, American boy

La-da-da, da-da-dee-da

La-da-da, da-da-dee-da

La-da-da, da-da-dee-da

I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

American boy