American Boy – Estelle Feat. Kanye West – Clip et paroles

PAR Sandrine

Fanta Estelle Swaray est née à West London au Royaume-Uni le 18 janvier 1980.

Elle sort son premier album en 2005 à Londres, The 18th Day, sur son propre label (III Flava Records) où elle est elle-même productrice.  Elle va ainsi se faire remarquer par John Legend qui la signe sur son label perso. Elle collabore ensuite avec Kanye West entre autre, avec lequel elle chante en duo sur son tube du printemps 2008 American Boy. Elle croise aussi sur son chemin le producteur des Black Eyed Peas, Will.i.am, Wycleaf Jean, Rhyme, Cee-Lo, Swizz Beatz et Mark Ronson.

Elle a été nommée l’hiver dernier meilleure découverte féminine, au BET Awards.

Début 2008, Elle est propulsée numéro un des classements avec American Boy, en duo avec Kanye West. Ce qui lui offre une place dans le paysage musical mondial, avec les autres tubes en puissance de album Shine produit par Will.i.am.

Dans la continuité de la production de l’album, elle tourne cet été avec l’ex-Fugees Wycleaf Jean.

Paroles American Boy

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

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 guys 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 like what’s underneath it
And no I aint 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 bridrens
I’m like 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…

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 neva been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker’s looking Fresh to Def 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…

Let them kno wagwan blud…

Who killin em in the UK
Everybody gonna to say you K,
Reluctantly, cause most of this press don’t fuck wit me
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
Don’t act a fool now now
I always act a fool oww oww
Aint nothing new now now…
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin
White Pino, I know what you’re drinkin
Rap singer…
Chain Blinger…
Holla at the next chick soon as you blinkin
What’s you’re persona
About this Americana Brama
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 P Coat…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 CAAASH
Cuz a lot wags wanna hear it…
And I’m feelin like Mike at his Baddest…
Like the Pips at they Gladys…
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish

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

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…

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