This is a number 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 'em 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 ya I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type I like the way he's speakin' His confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans But I'ma like what's underneath it 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 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 Will you 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 never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dress in all your fancy clothes Sneaker's looking Fresh to death 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 LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy Tell 'em wagwan blud Who killin' em in the UK Everybody gonna to say: You K Reluctantly Because 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 thinkin Ribena I know what you're drinkin' Rap singer Chain Blinger Holla at the next chick soon As you're blinkin What's you're persona About this americana rhymer 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 Pea Coat 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 caaaash 'Cause a lot wags wanna hear it And I'm feelin Like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips and the 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? Would 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 Fransisco 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