American Boy (Brooks Extended Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Estelle]
This a number one champion sound

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Estelle]
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 them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats
(But you've got enough)

[Chorus: Estelle]
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 bе my American boy

[Verse 2: Estelle]
He said, "Hey, sistеr, it's really, really nice to meet ya."
I just met this 5-foot-7 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 MIA
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 bredrin
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
[Drop: Estelle]
American boy

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going to say "You, K!"
Reluctantly, because 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
Ain't nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what you thinking
Ribena, I know what you're drinking
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow ‘cause all my clothes designer?
Uh

[Chorus: Estelle]
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

[Bridge: Estelle]
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
[Drop: Estelle]
American boy