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American Boy by Estelle feat. Kanye West
American Boy
simple progression played all the way through:
Emaj7 | Cmaj7 | Am7 | Am7 Fmaj7
voicings that sound extremely close to the song are:
Emaj7 Cmaj7 Am7 Fmaj7
e|-7-----x------------8---------------|
B|-9-----8------5-----10--------------|
G|-8-----9------5-----9---------------|
D|-9-----9------5-----10--------------|
A|-7-----x------x---------------------|
E|-------8------5---------------------|
remember the slide the Fmaj7 down into the Emaj7.
This a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about 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
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
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
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
Dressed 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
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 wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going 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 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, 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 ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
| x Dead note
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version 2
Capo 7th fret
Yeah, I know it's high up but this is tabbed in tune with the song itself. If you want
make it more comfortable, just slide the capo down to suit your vocal range.
Note: you can also play this as: ((Amaj7 --- F --- Dm --- E7))
[Verse]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about 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
[Chorus]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
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.
[Verse]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
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'm a 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 liking this American Boy. American Boy
[Chorus]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
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
[Verse]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
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.
Sneaker's 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.
[Chorus]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
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
Let them know a gwan blud
[Verse]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
Who Killing em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k 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 drinking.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking.
What's you're 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're not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CASH.
Cause a lot wags want to hear it.
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish
[Bridge]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
Would you be my love, my love.
Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
[Chorus]
Amaj7 --- F --- Dm
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
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version 3
Intro: Em/B B Am B
(Kanye Rap)
E
Just another one champion sound
G
Me and Estelle about to get down
Am
Who the hottest in the world right now.
B
Just touched down in London town.
E
Bet they give me a pound.
G
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Am
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
B
We just sold out all the floor seats
Chorus:
E G
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Am B
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
E G
I really want to come kick it with you.
Am B
You'll be my American Boy.
Gbdim E
(Verse 1)
E G
He said "Hey Sister.
Am
It's really really nice to meet you."
B Gbdim E
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.
E G Am
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
B Gbdim E
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.
E G
And no I ain't been to MIA
Am B
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
E
First let's see the west end.
G
I'll show you to my brethren.
Am B Gbdim E
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
E
Can we get away this weekend?
G
Take me to Broadway.
Am B
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a café.
E
Let's go on the subway.
G
Take me to your hood.
Am B
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
E G
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Am B
Sneaker's looking Fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes.
E
Walking that walk.
G
Talk that slick talk.
Am B
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.
(Same as Chorus)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
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
(NC)
Let them know a gwan blud
(Rap 2)
E G Am B over and over again
Who Killing em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k 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 drinking.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking.
What's you're 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.
(NC)
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke.
And I know you're not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CASH.
Cause a lot wags want to hear it.
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish
Gbdim EMaj
(Same as Chorus)
Would you be my love, my love.
Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
(Chorus)
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
Outro: E Cm | Am B Gbdim E | (Repeat till fade)
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version 4
Tuning: E A D G B E
To cut to the chase, the chords are
Emaj7 - Cmaj7 - Am7 – Fmaj7
Verses that are sung by Kanye are noted, otherwise Estelle is singing it.
(Kanye)
Emaj7
Just another one champion sound
Cmaj7
Yeah Estelle we about to get down
Am7
Who the hottest in the world right now
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Just touched down in London town
(Kanye)
Bet they give me a pound
Cmaj7
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Am7
Tell the promoter we need more seats
Fmaj7
We just sold out all the floor seats
[Chorus]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am7 Fmaj7
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
Emaj7 Cmaj7
I really want to come kick it with you
Am7 Fmaj7 Emaj7
You'll be my American boy...
Cmaj7 Am7
He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
Fmaj7 Emaj7
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
Cmaj7 Am7
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them
Cmaj7
And no, I ain't been to MIA
Am7 Fmaj7
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
Emaj7 Cmaj7
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bedrin
(Solo Vocals)
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
[Chorus]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am7 Fmaj7
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
Emaj7 Cmaj7
I really want to come kick it with you
Am7 Fmaj7 Emaj7
You'll be my American boy, American boy
Cmaj7
La La La La La E Ah
Am7
La La La La La E Ah
Fmaj7
La La La La La E Ah
Emaj7
Will you be my american boy? American boy...
Cmaj7 Am7
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe
Cmaj7 Emaj7
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
Fmaj7 Emaj7
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Cmaj7
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Am7 Fmaj7
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm lovin' those shell toes
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk
Am7 Fmaj7
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
[Chorus]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am7 Fmaj7
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
Emaj7 Cmaj7
I really want to come kick it with you
Am7
You'll be my American boy
Fmaj7
(spoken)
Tell'em wagwan blud
(Kanye)
Emaj7
Who killin em in the UK.
C Am7
Everybody gonna say you K,
Fmaj7
reluctantly, because most of this press don't fuck with me.
Emaj7
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
Cmaj7
don't act a fool now now.
Am7
I always act a fool oww oww.
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Ain't nothing new now now.
Cmaj7
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Am7
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona
Cmaj7 Am7
About this Americana rhymer?
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer?
Emaj7
Dressed smart like a London Bloke
Cmaj7
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Solo Vocals)
and you thought he was cute before.
(Solo Vocals) Emaj7
Look at this Pea Coat. Tell me he's broke.
Emaj7
And I know you ain't into all that.
Cmaj7
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
Am7
But I still talk that CA-A-ASH
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.
Cmaj7
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
Am7
Like the Pips and the Gladys.
Am7
And I know they love it.
Fmaj7 Emaj7
so to hell with all that rubbish.
(Estelle)
Cmaj7 Am7
Would you be my love, my love? (would you be mine?)
Fmaj7 Emaj7
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)
Cmaj7
Could you be my love, my love? (Ooh)
Am7 Fmaj7
Would you be my American boy, American boy?
[Chorus]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am7 Fmaj7
Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.
Emaj7 Cmaj7
I really want to come kick it with you
Am7 Fmaj7
You'll be my American boy, American boy
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am7 Fmaj7
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
Emaj7 Cmaj7
I really want to come kick it with you
Am7 Fmaj7 Emaj7
You'll be my American boy, American boy...
Cmaj7
La La La La La E Ah
Am7
La La La La La E Ah
(Fade Out)
Fmaj7
La La La La La E Ah...
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version 5
Guitar:
|Emaj7 | | | |Cmaj7 | | |
e||--7~-----------------------|------------------------------|
B||--9~-----------------------|---8~-------------------------|
G||--8~-----------------------|---9~-------------------------|
D||--9~-----------------------|---9~-------------------------|
A||--7~-----------------------|---10~------------------------|
E||---------------------------|---8~-------------------------|
|Am7th | | | | | |D7sus2 |
e||---------------------------|------------------5~----------|
B||--5~-----------------------|------------------5~----------|
G||--5~-----------------------|------------------5~----------|
D||--5~-----------------------|------------------7~----------|
A||--7~-----------------------|------------------5~----------|
E||--5~-----------------------|------------------------------|
Bass Line:
| | | | | | | |
G||-----9------9----------9----|-----------------------------|
D||----------------------------|-----10-----10---------10----|
A||--7------7------7~----------|-----------------------------|
E||----------------------------|--8------8------8-------8----|
| | | | | | | |
G||----------------------------|-----------------------7-----|
D||-----7------7----------7----|-----7-----------------------|
A||----------------------------|----------------5------------|
E||--5------5------5-----------|--5------5-------------------|
This a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about 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
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
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
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
Dressed 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
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 wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going 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 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, 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 ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
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version 6
Intro
Whole Song
e|-x----------------x-------------x---------------x---------------|
B|-9----------------5-------------5---------------10--------------|
G|-8----------------4-------------5---------------11--------------|
D|-9----------------5-------------7---------------12--------------|
A|-7----------------3-------------x---------------x---------------|
E|-x----------------x-------------5---------------10--------------|
Add some slap percussion between each chord and fingerpick each one for a jazz/ acoustic feel
The first chord is plucked for 1 bar then the second for 1 bar then the third for a 1 and a half bars
and the fourth chord for half a bar
This a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about 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
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
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
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
Dressed 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
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 wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going 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 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, 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 ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
| x Dead note
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version 7
Capo on first fret
-------X----------X------------X----------X----------X----------X---------X--------X-------|
----9--X--9-------X---------5--X--5-------X-------5--X--5-------X------5--X-----7--X-------|
----8--X--8-------X---------4--X--4-------X-------5--X--5-------X------5--X-----5--X-------|
----9--X--9-------X---------5--X--5-------X-------5--X--5-------X------5--X-----7--X-------|
--7----X--7----7--X---0--3-----X--3----3--X--0-0-----X--0---0---X--0-0----X-5-5----X--7----|
-------X----------X------------X----------X----------X----------X---------X--------X-------|
then repeat for entire song...
This a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about 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
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
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
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
Dressed 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
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 wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going 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 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, 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 ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
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version 8
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
e|-7----------------3------------5------|
B|-9----------------5------------5------|
G|-8----------------4------------5------|
D|-9----------------5------------5------|
A|-7----------------3----3---3---X------|
E|-0---0-0---0-0-------3---3-3---5--0-5-|
e|-------5-----8---|
B|-------5----10---|
G|-------5-----9---|
D|-------5----10---|
A|-------X---------|
E|-0-5---5---------|
Repeats Throughout The Whole Song
This a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about 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
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
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
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
Dressed 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
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 wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going 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 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, 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 ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
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
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
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
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