Текст песни
Yeah, Little Stoke, Bristol's underdog.
From the streets to the fields, this is where we learned the game.
No love lost, no handouts, just grit.
Let me tell you how it went down.
Grew up on Tetbury close , where the grind don't sleep,
Streetlights flicker, shadows run deep.
Late nights at Little Stoke Fields, no fear,
Posted up with my crew, making plans real clear.
Braydon Avenue, moving like a ghost,
Dodging blue lights, yeah, we did the most.
Hit North Road with a swagger and a smirk,
Little Stoke's my kingdom, where we put in work.
This ain't no joke, this is Little Stoke,
Where the streets stay cold, but we never broke.
Bradley Stoke to the edge of Patchway turf,
From the concrete jungle to the motherland dirt.
This is my home, my streets, my pride,
Little Stoke forever, where the real ones ride.
Charlton Road taught me how to move smart,
Hustling from the start, yeah, we played our part.
Rolling through Orpheus Ave, eyes on the back,
Always staying ten toes, watching every track.
Bradley Stoke was the spot for a sly little meet,
But Little Stoke's where we set fire to the streets.
Baileys Court nights, plotting moves in the dark,
Came back to my block, left my mark like a spark.
This ain't no joke, this is Little Stoke,
Where the streets stay cold, but we never broke.
Bradley Stoke to the edge of Patchway turf,
From the concrete jungle to the motherland dirt.
This is my home, my streets, my pride,
Little Stoke forever, where the real ones ride.
We was out on Rossall, playing chess in the game,
Every move calculated, building up the name.
Holly Lodge Road kept the vision real raw,
No fake moves here, we was breaking the law.
From Willow Brook runs to a stash in the field,
Kept my circle tight, only trust what's real.
This ain't no joke, this is Little Stoke,
Where the streets stay cold, but we never broke.
Bradley Stoke to the edge of Patchway turf,
From the concrete jungle to the motherland dirt.
This is my home, my streets, my pride,
Little Stoke forever, where the real ones ride.
Now I'm up, but the Stoke's still in my soul,
A hustler from the start, made the struggle my goal.
From Braydon Avenue to Bradley Stoke grind,
Little Stoke's in my blood, never leaving it behind.
This is the anthem, the life, the code,
Little Stoke legend, the story's been told.