Ma Baker chords by Le Freak

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Three's a mall baker,
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put your hands in the air
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and give me all your money
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She was the meanest cat
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in all Chicago town
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She was the meanest cat,
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she really mowed them down
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She had no heart at  all,
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no no no heart at  all
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She was the meanest cat,
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oh she was really tough
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She left her husband fat,
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he wasn't tough enough
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She took her boys along,
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cause they were mean and strong
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Ma ma ma ma, La Bega
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she taught her for sons
Oh no, mama
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My  baker, to handle their guns
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My  baker, she never could cry
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Oh no, mama
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My baker, but she knew how
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to die
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She was a  Across the USA
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And when one boy was killed
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She really made them pay
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She had no heart at  all
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No, no, no heart at all
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And did a man she liked
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She thought she'd stay with him
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When he informed the men
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They did away with him
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She didn't care at all
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Just didn't care at  all
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My fakers, she taught her four sons
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My fakers, to handle their guns
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My fakers, she never could cry
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My, my, my, my
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But I think I thought you knew how
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to die
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Here is a special bulletin
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Ma Baker is the FBI's
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most wanted woman
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Her photo is hanging on
every post on this wall
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If you have any information
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about this woman
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Please contact the nearest
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police station
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They robbed the bank
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It was their last foray
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The cops appeared too soon
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They couldn't get away
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And all the loot they had
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It made them mighty mad
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And so they shot it out
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Ma Baker and her sons
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They didn't want to pay
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They died with blazing guns
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And so the story ends
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Of one who left no friends
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Ma Baker, she told of her sons
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Ma Baker, to handle their guns
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My  faker, she never could cry
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My faker, but you knew how to try
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