Boney M. – Ma Baker (Sped Up + Reverb)

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Freeze! I'm Ma Baker, put your hands in the air
Gimme all your money
This is the story of ma baker, the meanest cat
From ol' Chicago town

She was the meanest cat
In old Chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really moved them down
She had no heart at all
No, no, no heart at all

She was the meanest cat
Oh, she was really tough
She left her husband flat
He wasn't tough enough
She took her boys along
'Cause they were mean and strong

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

They left a trail of crime
Across the USA
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay
She had no heart at all
No, no, no heart at all

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

She met a man she liked
She thought she'd stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all

Here is a special bulletin
Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall
If you have any information about this woman
Please contact the nearest police station

Don't anybody move! The money or your lives!

One day they robbed a bank
It was their last foray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldn't get away
And all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad
And so they shot it out
Ma baker and her sons
They didn't want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Baker, but she knew how to die