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 old 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 realy 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 U.S.A. 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 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 your nearest police station} {Don't anybody move, the money or your lives} One day they robbed a bank It was their last hooray 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

Arriba las manos soy Ma Baker nadie se mueva y denme todo su dinero. Esta es la historia de Ma Baker. La mujer más mala de Chicago sur. Así el terror nació. En el Chicago sur. Y luego se extendió. Por toda la nación. Mujer sin corazón. No entendía la razón. Así el terror siguió. Se portaba muy mal. Se enamoró una vez. Su esposo la dejó. Llegaron los bebés. Ma Baker se asustó. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker el banco robó. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker siempre se escapo. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía vivir. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía morir. El tiempo transcurrió. Los comenzó a educar. Ella les enseñó. Las armas manejar. Ella les explicó. Como poder robar. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker el banco robó. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker siempre se escapo. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía vivir. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía morir. Su banda realizó. De algo muy familiar. Ahí no había soplón. Pues eran de confiar. El mismo Al Capone. Le tuvo que envidiar. Aquí un boletín especial Ma Baker es la mujer más buscada por la policía su foto está en todos los periódicos si usted la ha visto llame a la estación de policía más cercana. Su banda continuó. Robando sin parar. La poli la buscó. Por cielo tierra y mar. Un banco iba a robar. Ella no imaginó. Que la iban a emboscar. Su banda terminó. Perdió su libertad. No se quiso rendir. Se puso a disparar. Tenía que morir. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker mil bancos robó. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker siempre se escapo. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía vivir. Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker sabía morir.

Your like a vampire, in your agency Taking blood for your infancy But hey stay away Away from me All I wanted was to be free Not from god but from the maze you see Let me roam around these streets In the night Which you're plagued to see Let me roam until I'm free Late at night It's just god and I Try to divide the way we survive It's not unholy to live by moonlight It's just a path with less light Even monsters have their pride So take your time, take your time at night You're like a vampire when you sing to me About all the things you need from me Is it money does it bleed from these Cuts you made, made with your teeth Is it fame, do you want a name Tell me Something strange, your a little bit vain, how am I to stay sane It's not cheap,to stay in your lane, the price is steep to avoid the pain Late at night It's just god and I Try to divide the way we survive It's not unholy to live by moonlight It's just a path with less light Even monsters have their pride So take your time, take your time at night