Boney Baker

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 ’cos 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 . 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