[Intro – Reggae chant]
O-town… we hold it down…
From the sand to the crown…
Seen blood on the ground…
But we still stand proud…
[Verse 1]
Grew up where the sun hit hot and the block hit back,
Where you learn real quick how to swing, how to scrap.
No talk tough—nah, you better show that,
‘Cause in Oxnard, homie, your knuckles were your throwback.
We was young sellin’ does like we couldn’t get caught,
Every day was a hustle, every corner was a spot.
Didn’t have nothin’, so we took what we got—
Streets raised us up, and the heat kept us hot.
[Reggae Hook – Deep Bassline]
Oxnard… where the real ones rise…
Earn your name, no disguise.
If you didn’t throw hands, you paid that price—
But we lived good, we lived tight, lived life.
O-town… still holdin’ it down…
Still king of this West Coast ground…
[Verse 2 – More Aggressive]
Yeah, the homies were solid—ain’t nobody switched lanes,
If you ran your mouth wrong, you remembered those pains.
We survived off the sands,off adrenaline veins,
Off backyard fights and backyard strains.
[Reggae-Trap Bridge]
Dem say Oxnard crazy…
But that’s the life that made me…
Streets no easy, but streets no break me…
Bassline heavy, Jah guide daily…
[Verse 3 – Raw & Heavy]
We was out there runnin’, wide-eyes, no fear,
Every night another mission, every week another year.
If you didn’t know how to fight, you got checked right here—
But you learned, you grew, ‘cause the message was clear.
Your crew was your blood, every homie was tight,
Every party went loud, every party turned into a fight.
Backyards boomin’, smoke clouds in the night—
Best days of our lives, livin’ wrong, feelin’ right.
[Final Hook – Reggae Chant + Drum Dump]
Oxnard… where legends are made…
Where the hustle don’t sleep and respect gets paid.
O-town… heavy like the shade…
Grew from the struggle but the honor never fade.
Oxnard… still holdin’ it down…
Always had, always will, this our crown.
