The National Enquirer caught Puffy with a bag of the sticky icky.
They say while partying in Miami at club Mansion, Puffy's
whole table was lighting up. The snitch says they could tell it was
weed, by the way everybody deeply inhaled then passed the j.
Now Puffy, you know darn well errbody watching yo tail!
Be more discreet! And they wonder why there's a hip hop task force!
