Estelle - American Boy (instrumental) lyrics

Kanye West: Just another one champion sound Me and Estelle about 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." (Yes!) Tell the promoter "We need more seats." We just sold out all the floor seats Estelle: 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 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 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 brethren 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 shopping maybe 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 Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers looking fresh to d**h 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 L.A I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy Tell 'em wagwan blud Kanye West: Who k**in' 'em in the UK? Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly Cause most of this press don't f** wit 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 your persona bout this Americana? Rhymer 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 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 ca-a-ash Cause a lot wags want to hear it And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest Like the pips at they gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish Estelle: Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine would you be my love my love, could you be mine? Could you be my love, my love? 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