American Boy
Busta Rhymes feat. Estelle Lyrics
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Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now? (Huh)
Just touched down in London town (huh)
Bet they give me a pound (uh)
Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (yes)
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 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
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 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
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wah gwan, blud!
Who killing them 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 thinking (uh-huh)
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 (yes)
Before he speak his suit bespoke (woo)
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke (woo)
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 wanna 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 (ooh), my love?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, some day)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want to (to) come kick it with you (ooh)
You'll be my American boy, be my American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
(I'd like to go some day)
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. (see L.A.)
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
La-la-la-la-la-di-da (la, la)
La-la-la-la-la-di-da (ooh-ooh)
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
Will you be my American boy?
The song "American Boy" by Busta Rhymes featuring Estelle is about a girl who is infatuated with an American boy she just met in London. The song starts with a declaration of their champion sound, and how they are about to get down. The girl, who is with Busta, is asking who the hottest person in the world right now is, and just then, Estelle spots an American boy who catches her eye. She describes how she likes the way he speaks, although she doesn't like his baggy jeans. They exchange pleasantries, and the American boy is surprised to learn that Estelle has never been to the United States before. She becomes excited, asking him to take her to different parts of America, specifically New York and LA.
The chorus is a repeated plea for the American boy to take her with him on his travels. The lyrics describe several activities that are usually associated with touring, such as going to cafes, shopping, and seeing local attractions such as the West End Theatre District in London or the Brooklyn neighbourhood in New York.
Towards the end of the song, the lyrics take a different turn, and Busta starts rapping about his persona and the way his clothes are designer clothes. The lyrics suggest that he is a womanizer and that he just wants to have fun with Estelle. Estelle counters this by saying that she still talks that "ca-a-ash" and that the American boy doesn't need to be rich to be with her. The song ends by repeating the chorus, with Estelle asking the American boy to take her with him to different parts of America.
Line by Line Meaning
This a number one champion sound
We have the best music, the kind that makes you feel like a winner
Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down
I'm rapping with Estelle and we are ready to get the party started
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Who's on top of the music game currently?
Just touched down in London town
I recently arrived in London
Bet they give me a pound
I bet they will pay me some money for my performance
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
I want to be paid right away, I don't want to wait for it
Tell the promoter we need more seats
Let the show's promoter know that we need more seats for the audience
We just sold out all the floor seats
We've already sold all the seats closest to the stage
Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
I want to travel and see the world
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I want to visit New York and Los Angeles
I really want to come kick it with you
I want to hang out with you, have fun and enjoy each other's company
You'll be my American boy
You'll be the one who shows me around America, taking me to all the cool spots
He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya."
He greeted me with a friendly manner, saying it was a pleasure to meet me
I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type
I just met a guy who is the perfect height for me
Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin'
I admire the way he speaks, his self-assurance is at its highest point
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them
I'm not a fan of his loose-fitting jeans, but I'm curious about what he's wearing underneath
And, no, I ain't been to MIA
No, I haven't been to Miami
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
I heard that California is always sunny and New York is a city that never sleeps
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
Let's explore the West End of London and I'll introduce you to my friends
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
I'm enjoying this guy from America
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Can we take a trip this weekend and go to Broadway?
Let's go shopping, maybe, then we'll go to a café
Let's go shopping and then we can go to a café for something to eat or drink
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
Let's take the subway to your neighbourhood, where you grew up
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
I've never been to Brooklyn and I'm curious about what it's like
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
You're looking great in your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes
Your sneakers look very stylish and I really like those Shell Toes
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk
You walk with confidence and speak in a smooth manner
Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
I want to go on a trip someday
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay
I want to go to Chicago and the San Francisco Bay area
Tell 'em wah gwaan, blud!
Tell them what's up, my friend!
Who killing them in the UK?
Who's dominating the UK music industry?
Everybody going to say "You, K!"
Everyone will say that it's me or someone whose name starts with 'K'
Reluctantly, because most of this press don't fuck with me
I'm answering reluctantly, because most media outlets don't like me
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down
Estelle once told me to calm down
Don't act a fool now, now."
She warned me not to act foolish
I always act a fool oww, oww
I tend to act like a fool sometimes
Ain't nothing new now, now
This is nothing new, it happens often
He crazy, I know what you thinking
He seems crazy, I know what you're thinking
Ribena, I know what you're drinking
You're drinking Ribena, I know what you like
Rap singer, chain blinger
I'm a rapper who wears flashy chains
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
As soon as you blink, I'm already flirting with other girls
What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
What kind of image do you have as an American rapper?
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer?
Do you think I'm superficial because all my clothes are high-end?
Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke
I'm dressed stylishly like a guy from London
Before he speak his suit bespoke
His tailored suit speaks for itself before he has to say anything
And you thought he was cute before
You already thought he was attractive, but wait until you see his new coat
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke
Look at this nice coat he's wearing, but don't think he's poor
And I know you ain't into all that
I know you're not interested in all these material things
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
I've heard your music and I feel like I understand who you are
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
But I still talk in a confident, brash manner
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
Because a lot of people want to hear me talk that way
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
I'm feeling like Michael Jackson at his most iconic
Like The Pips at their gladdest
Like Gladys Knight & the Pips when they were at their most joyful
And I know they love it
And I know people love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
So forget about all the criticism and negativity
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my companion, my love?
Could you be mine?
Could you belong to me?
La, la la, la la, eya
Singing la, la, la, eya
Will you be my American boy?
Will you be the American guy I'm looking for?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
I want to be taken on a great journey someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I want to visit New York and see Los Angeles
You'll be my American boy
You'll be my cool American guy
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Joshua Lopez, Caleb Speir, Keith Ernesto Harris, William Adams, Kanye Omari West, John Roger Stephens, Estelle Swaray, Kweli Ebon Washington
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@DanBamber8
I'm here to hear Busta rep' Preston.
@barrychills
Come on
@connectlogic
Morecambe 😎
@BenWatson90
MORECAMBE!
@matroughsedge886
Morecambe on the map
@TheTopD
As if Busta spent time in Morecambe... Wooooooow it's a beautiful place. Come back ma nigga
@jaybone2321
So glad YT brought this version back!!
@doobiedoo74
He lived in morcambe.
@BussaBusFan
This is great!
@KratzKatz0603
its the best remix in here!!! BUT WHERE IS THE ORIGINAL??